A laugh draws Caly's attention to the approach of a tall, sleek onyx colored mare. It's ruled by a sexist. By the way that she said sexist, Caly immediately assumes it was not meant as a compliment. Her eyes cloud with confusion as she tries to decipher what that meant exactly. With a raise of her delicate head she focuses on Lissa. "I'm not sure what sexist means, could you elaborate?" she questions. But before Lissa can answer they are joined by a painted mare. She talks with Zjeena as if they had met many times before. She eyes the pained mare, hoping that they too could build a friendship.

But just as she was about to introduce herself, the painted mare turns and stares at her. Caly can feel the mares eyes boring into her. She speaks and a pet name exits the painted mares lips. Ballerina. Caly's ears disappear into her thick unkempt mane. "That is not my name." she spits with a defiant raise of her head. "It is Calypso, and that is all you will call me by," with a hint of malice in her voice. She feels a fire burn beneath the surface of her pale hide.