As the sun began to set, Mavuika watched the skies shift, the soft tones bringing her a sense of calamity after a long day. A calm, tranquil smile graced her lips as she leaned against her motorcycle, her curvy, slender figure illuminated under the amber lighting. There was a silence that lingered as she took a breath in, savoring the peace and quiet that was rarely present in the passionate Nation of War. There was always some type of noise in the background — either the saurians or the children — but, as of now, the only sound that could be heard was the woman's relaxed breathing and a gust of wind, though even that much was quiet.

However, Mavuika's tranquility was interrupted not long after, a young voice cutting through the silence, "Excuse me, miss?" In a slight startle, the archon was swift and quick to turn around. Much to her surprise, a small, young form stood before her, eyes wide with admiration and genuine awe. She hadn't expected to see a child, especially at this time of night. Still, Mavuika had a soft spot for children, so she gave a gentle, reassuring smile.

"Your bike is really cool!"

Hearing the compliment, the goddess of war let out an amused chuckle under her breath; this little thing was adorable. Although she couldn't tell how old they were, it was clear they were young, and it was also clear that they looked up to her, which warmed her heart even more. So, she knelt down to be at the child's eye level, placing a gloved hand on their shoulder, her touch warm and delicate. "Oh, is that so?" She mused, her voice low and almost motherly. "Would you like to ride it, then?"