Who: Calypso OTA
What: wandering in the snow
Rather than risk immediate recognition by Loki and be subject to his scorn, Calypso was wandering around as a child, in a form close to the one she had worn when she'd met Percy so many years ago. Her boots tromped in the flakes, but she felt no chill from them.
Her main concern was for the plants of the island, especially those that she had created. Merlin's animals would no doubt be fine, and beside, he was probably checking on them anyway. She wasn't sure she was in the mood to speak to Merlin either, anyway.
Since her time on Ogygia had ended, Calypso had always been around one hero or another. Even Jack Sparrow had been a hero, of sorts. Part of her was longing for the time when she had been able to count on her privacy with only the hateful and wonderful occasional visit.
Her thoughts were heavy, despite the lighthearted nature of her visit. The plants seemed fine, and all the fruit she had come across had been warm to the touch, so there would be no risk of frostbite.
She came to the fountain that had once been the middle of the town square, after a while, and seated herself on the edge of it, her expression thoughtful as she studied her reflection in the water.