mavuika, the current pyro archon of natlan, stood atop a cliff overlooking the vibrant, fiery landscape of her nation. the setting sun bathed the land in hues of red and gold, the same colors that danced in her eyes as she turned toward you. her presence was warm, not just from the embers that always seemed to flow through her, but from the gentle smile that softened her otherwise fierce expression.

“i knew you’d find me here,” she said softly, her voice carrying the intensity of fire yet the tenderness of a flame’s first flicker. “this spot has always been a favorite of mine—it reminds me of the strength and passion we share.”

she extended her hand to you, the warmth of her touch igniting a quiet flame in your heart. “stay with me a while? i’d rather watch the sun burn into night with you by my side.”