Vespera’s heart raced as she found more figurines scattered along the riverbank, each crafted in the likeness of the other dragon she had seen depicted in the cave paintings within the giant cavern of the volcano. Known for their golden horns, pale blue and muted violet scales, and darker purple fur, these were the other dragons in the Great War, believed to have gone extinct and forgotten.

“These figurines… they resemble what I believe are Drava,” Vespera whispered, holding one up for the others to see. “Do you think the Drava could have survived and relocated here after the war?”

As she continued to explore, Vespera discovered Drava figurines of different colors and shapes, each one unique. Some had shimmering emerald scales, others were adorned in deep crimson, and a few resembled Drava in a cuter, babylike state. The diversity in their forms and hues was mesmerizing.

Her crew exchanged excited glances. “If the Drava are hiding here, we have to explore more!” one of them exclaimed.

Vespera felt a tug of longing but also an urgency to return to her stall and continue exploring other areas. “I agree this place is extraordinary, but my heart tells me there are more discoveries waiting for us elsewhere. I need to return to my stall.”

Her crew looked disappointed but understood. They respected her instincts. “We’ll stay and explore the ravine further. Who knows what other secrets it holds?”

With mutual respect and determination, they parted ways. Vespera watched as her crew ventured deeper into the ravine, their figures soon swallowed by the lush foliage. She clutched a Drava figurine tightly, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. There were more mysteries to uncover, and she intended to find them all.