They met at the edge of the Ash Bog. He stood on a cooling slab of basalt; she rose from a steam vent in a pillar of liquid grace.
"We have to work together," she said.
They looked at the Heartstone tree, now full-grown, its leaves shimmering with both heat and dew. lava boy water girl
He cracked a spark-filled grin. "Better than being alone." They met at the edge of the Ash Bog
"You're burning my mist," she said, not angry, just observant. " she said
"And I don't like boiling," she replied, her body now dotted with tiny, warm glowing spots—a gift from his.
"You're extinguishing my glow," he replied, taking a step back.