A MYSTERIOUS FIGURE

I was weaving well as usual, sitting on my stall, when I glanced up and darting through the crowd, I saw a mysterious figure. She was light on her feet and always looking around. Her dark eyes were scrunched up and constantly darting from side to side. In the strong wind her wild, wiry hair flowed. Her eyes brows were thin and low and the bones were showing on her cheeks. She was creeping low, like she was hiding from the crowd. Like a spring, she leapt out the way as a strong bold man was about to bump into her. Then she saw me. She crept closer and closer to me, she was so low down she was almost on the ground. “What are you doing?”She whispered.  “I’m w…w…w…w…wea…wea…weaving,” I replied nervously. “Yes, you are weaving. But what have you got that effects you and everyone?”She said. “I…I don’t know.” I said. “ You’ve got hubris, and you need to stop.”

You know that this is a god going to warn Arachne to stop having hubris, but which god? In your comments write which god you think it is.