Callie's luck wasn't entirely in - Ven spotted a patch of color that didn't match the theatre around it as he was flying (keeping away from the nymphs, since it was nearing Valentine's Day and some of them were getting really crazy). Upon a closer look, he saw Callie, sitting by herself. That wasn't surprising, really, since Callie had never liked crowds, or people in general, but Ven had seen her around enough lately to know that the punishment inflicted upon her had hurt her more than she wanted to acknowledge. Already anti-social, she was becoming a downright hermit, ducking away from any conversations and public interaction. He thought about it for a moment or two, then shrugged and let go of the winds so he could drop to the ground outside the amphitheatre. Walking in normally would likely be better than showing up in a cyclone.

He moved towards her, not trying to muffle his footsteps and not speaking until she acknowledges his presence herself.