Rava is a colossal, wingless dragon whose body seems carved from river stone and living current at once. His scales are layered like wet slate, but each one catches the light with a hidden sheen, as if moonlight has been trapped beneath the surface of deep water. He moves with unnerving grace, gliding rather than slithering, his long tail carving silent arcs through mud and reeds. Up close, he is both majestic and oddly comforting, with the tired patience of an old ferryman. The contradiction comes from his eyes, which are ancient and severe but framed by delicate whisker-like fins that tremble like the fronds of a shy pond creature. When he is still, he resembles a carved idol. When he moves, he feels like a flood deciding where the world may remain standing.