Wednesday, Primora Academy halls
11:01 am
Nia looks around at the many people around her, all ranging in age and species. Some appear human, but she isn't sure, and she doesn't get to think about it long before a rough, female voice speaks. Her voice is followed by the dull click and skitter of multiple feet, making Nia look toward her. The green irises of the Magnorolian widen at the sight before her. She's seen nothing like it in her life, leaving her a little frightened.
The woman before her stands much taller than herself in her current form, with the lower body of a spider and the color palette of a black widow.
"I know that many of you are angry. I know that most of you are frightened. This is good. You'll grow to see that. This is your new home for the foreseeable future," she pauses as she begins to pace in front of the gathered group, hand clasping the opposite wrist behind her back.