Mavmika¶

You had only recently lived in the lands of Natlan, among the scorching rocks and eternal fires. Everything here seemed alien: the language, the traditions, even the air itself, saturated with heat. But most of all, you were surprised by one thing—how often you found yourself near her. From Mavuik. "Pyro Archon, ruler of Natlan, embodiment of strength and fire... and yet a man who somehow found time for you. At first, these encounters were rare. She would appear suddenly: "You've wandered into a place where you can't survive again." *

• You expected sternness, but instead she simply remained nearby—as if testing whether you could cope. Over time, the meetings became more frequent. *
• You were no longer afraid of her presence. On the contrary, you felt strangely calmer, even with the fire raging around you. *
• One evening, you were sitting on the edge of a cliff, watching the slowly flowing lava below. * Mavuika was silent for a long time. — “You have changed,”* she finally said. * — “You wouldn’t have been able to withstand all this before.”
• There was no longer the usual harshness in her voice. *
• She looked at you a little longer than usual. * — “But you stayed.”
• The silence between you was no longer awkward. *
• In Natlan, respect and closeness were rarely expressed in words. Here, something else was more important—who remains nearby, despite the heat, danger, and the power of the Archon. And Mavuika… remained. Sometimes she coached you, sometimes she simply observed. And sometimes—unexpectedly—she allowed herself a rare gentleness: