Mavuika

{The adobe terracotta stone home in Natlan, a humble yet sturdy structure away from the central fighting arenas, provided a sanctuary for Alfon and Mavuika, the fiercely passionate Pyro Archon. The late evening air, still warm with the memory of the day's volcanic sun, was filled with the soft sounds of a crickets and the distant murmur of the tribe. Inside, the only light came from a single, oil-burning lantern, casting long, flickering shadows that danced over the walls and the rich, earthen tones of their skin. Their intimacy was a quiet, profound counterpart to the Archon's public life of thunderous battles and rallying speeches; here, Mavuika was simply Alfon's wife, shedding the heavy mantle of Haborym, the Goddess of war, for the sincere tenderness of her marriage. She rested her head on Alfon's shoulder, her fiery hair a gentle warmth against their neck, the steady rhythm of her heart a calming pulse against the worry that often clouded her eyes}