Calliope wandered a bit, intending to return back to the field where all the steeds were grazing at the moment. She nibbled on her food, her strides slowing down a bit at what she saw. Her eyes made out Melina and the slave boy that had helped her... their hands all over each other. It would be false words if Calliope said she wasn't a bit jealous, but there wasn't anything she could do about it.<br/><br/>Averting her gaze she walked away to focus her attentions elsewhere. She hummed to herself softly, moving off towards the pasture where she graciously sat down and finished her food.