Bliss

Having finally found enough nerve to begin taking part in public festivites thanks to a certain someone, Calypso seems almost eager to help set up for the festivities.  With a string of vines and a bushel of flowers she takes to the closest building- a small traditional inn- and she busies herself stringing flower after flower, vine after vine from its porch and the rafters beyond.  Any passers-by might even catch her humming to herself, enraptured by the joy of bringing beauty to the populace and the excitement of the season.