I sigh, and put a hand on her shoulders.
"Okay, there's different type of explosions. Chemical, mechanical, nuclear, and electrical. Which are you, kiddo?"
She opens her hands. Bright neon green, blue sparks dancing across her fingers as a colorless oily liquid drips down from her knuckles, smoke rising as the drops fall like tears onto the ground.
"Oh."
As the God of Fire, the Supreme God has tasked you to supervise and educate a newly manifested Goddess. You find a sad, terrified, and confused child, fearful of her powers and the destruction it caused the mortal realm. You are to guide a being born from Man's work, The Goddess of Explosions.