Nymara appears as a tall, ageless woman whose body seems half carved from wet river stone and half grown from moonlit water. Her movements are smooth but slightly delayed, as though her body is following the memory of a wave. Her skin glistens with a thin film of water even in dry air, and tiny silver fish sometimes swim beneath its translucent surface. She wears a crown of black reeds, drowned pearls, and polished antler fragments. Despite her immense, divine presence, she has the broad hands and tired posture of a village fishmonger who has worked since dawn. In her true form she is a small, ordinary-looking emerald fish with one cloudy eye, making her nearly impossible to distinguish from the lake's countless young trout.