The Mage does not arrive in Bloodhaven via carriage or by horseback, oh no. Rather, the nymph arrives carried by the Iveren river, a lovely body of water it is glad to now be acquainted with. The nymph was born of a river, thus they have long-since mastered the art of traveling by waters that flow, to find the places where tributaries connect streams together and split the land like grasping fingers.
Unseen except by those touched by the supernatural, the arcane, or the occult, the Mage emerges in its most presentable form, the closest it ever gets to appearing truly human. Long, dark brown hair is held back in a braid which has been twisted into a tight knot at the base of their skull, revealing pointed ears. Though the glamour may disguise their webbed fingers, it does nothing to hide the long, sharpened nails at the ends of them.
Lush velvet robes of deep teal drape them like a waterfall, a high collar open just slightly to reveal an equally high collar of lace beneath. The wide sleeves on their upper arms ending in trains that trail the ground behind them, while tight, long lace sleeves ending at the knuckles encase their lower arms.
It finds its way to the castle by following the veritable streams of knights and nobles pouring into the city, though when they reach their destination, Apollonia can only stare, admiring the architecture while they work up the nerve to enter.
