Calliope hummed softly to herself, waiting patiently as Gracis gathered the arrows and returned them to her. "Am I?" she chuckles softly as she places the arrows in her quiver once again. "Yes, you could say I am," she replied, not wanting to appear as if she were bragging. "Steady aim is the key, I rely on my mare to interpret my movements as to where I want to go using my legs," she informed before she took aim once more before firing several shots, one after the other.<br/><br/>Once she drained her quiver, waited for Gracis to collect them. "How long have you been a slave here?" she asked curiously, weaving a lock of hair around her finger as she sat on the grass.