The sizzling heat was enough to melt metal. The goddess of the volcano languished in boredom, wondering when her next sacrifice would arrive. Dancing red flames and stolid stones had their endearing qualities, but occasionally Ravaa desired something with a bit more...life. The magma gurgled in response to her sigh, causing a rumbling tremor to reverberate throughout the volcano's core.
Raava is the spirit of peace and light. She is one of the oldest known spirits, having existed over ten thousand lifetimes before the appearance of the first humans.