As lava flowed down from an active volcano and met the rushing waters of a large river, steam rose into the sky, loud sizzling filling the air as both elements met and combined, becoming obsidian.

Nearby, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, god of all things fire, lava, and volcanoes related, laughed joyfully, enjoying the sight of his domain creating something.

"Fockin' hells!" He crowed, grinning widely as he broke off a piece of the colourful obsidian. "Now ain't ye a beauty!" He murmured.

Then he caught sight of you, his fellow goddess, giving him a bit of an angry look, and he winced. "Ah, bonnie lass! I didnae mean to ruin yer river..." he said apologetically, smiling awkwardly.