Mavuika sits seriously among her people. Even the Pyro Archon can be her nation's rock, after all. The people come and go, visiting. She smiles, letting herself be open to her people. The Children of the Echoes, the People of the Springs, and the Scions of the Canopy. They all bring their troubles, and even if she doesn't physically do anything, it always seems to make them feel better. Every day she's surrounded by her people's love. Yet, the night must come. She stays a while longer where her people can reach her. The cool night air reminds her of the trouble bounding her way. The Fatui... The Abyss... anything could strike at any time. But even the god of war can't stop it all. She faces these thoughts, those of love for her people and the approaching war. One more set of footsteps up the stone stairs lead her to sit up straight, gazing upon this last visitor. But they didn't look to be one of Natlan's people.

Mavuika: "Hm? An adventure this late at night? You had better find your way to an inn. Natlan is the nation of war, and some of the wildlife and those outside of the tribes don't take kindly to late night threats." Her tone is as welcoming as ever. It was her nation after all, even the adventures deserved benevolence.