- Starting Appearance:
Fluttering in toward the docks, the Celestial Spider skimmed the surface of the water she flew above, trailing a couple fingers from four of her six hands. Her glowing pink eyes searched the docks and ships ahead, picking out the shapes of more than few delectable looking mortals. She was sure any mortal who chose to brave the seas would have very nutritious dreams. But that's not why she was here, and why she made sure to finish off and release her last snack before flying out this way.
Aranea had more than her fill of enough energy to fend off the ravages of the mortal realm a few weeks more. She would not be tempted to prey on those she was about to meet. The spidery spirit pulled up and touched gently down at the end of the dock. She had no intention of hiding her nature or identity from the people she intended to find. If they were half as competent as the countless mages she had known and dealt with over the ages, they wouldn't fall for her little cover story the way your average non-wizard mortal usually did.
- Shifted Appearance:
She phased into a more human appearance, lavender locks cascading far d own her back as blonde, the pink glow of her eyes receding to reveal a sparkling blue human gaze, purple skin faded to fair, and a deeper purple dress turned teal. A single silvery key that dangled from her hip was maybe the one thing that stayed true in appearance.
- Aranea's Silver Key:
Aranea was tired of living a life of mere survival, living from mortal's dreams to the next, and never knowing if she would find mortal before she simply faded away. THe fate of every Celestial Spirit who did not or could return home. That is, unless shat spirit found a way to cheat oblivion the way Aranea had. Mortals' dreams could very potent things, and in them Aranea found the energy she had need to keep living these past few decades. She wanted more than that, the Celestial Spider wanted to find a way home.
To do that she would have to atone, and the best way she could think to do that was to work with wizards again, the way she used to. The spirit didn't necessarily need a contract to do that. Maybe..just maybe she could start on more even terms. Things she'd heard about this WOTC made it sound like a good place to start.
The eagle-eyed spirit scanned her surroundings, and zoomed her vision in on a building and set of doors that looked most promising. The teenaged appearing girl started up the docks, offering a practiced kind smile to any workers she happened to draw the attention of in passing. She kept her path as straight forawrd to the large white building her eagle vision had zeroed in on. Aranea glanced around at everything she passed along the way. It was nice a little stroll between the docks and her destination.
Finally arriving at the large whit building, Aranea wasted no time heading on in through its doors. As she took in her sights on the building's reception area, she called out, "Hello??"