Liandra was swimming ahead of her mother, as was custom for trips with her parents to school. She was nine now, so school was commonplace for a few years now. And since the trip to school took several chimes, her parents turned it into a time where their ever curious daughter could discuss any topic her active young mind thought up. Today it was the Storm Lord, Zulrav.
"Mama, Zulrav is the winds right?"
"Yes love, he's the Storm Lord."
Do he, Laviku, and Mak.. Makenzi not get along? Is that why they fight and make storms?
"It's Makutsi love, and they get along just fine. Storms are necessary for the oceans, it makes everything right as rain, as Makutsi would say."
"Do the gods really hear our prayers Mama? I can't even here you when you yell at me from across our reef."
Her mother rolled her eyes, she knew Liandra could hear her when she called, but with her curiosity, came her exploration of lying and pushing boundaries. She shrugged. She would grow out of it.
"Yes love, they can hear you no matter where you are, you just have to pray."
Liandra closed her seemingly huge eyes, clasped her hands together "Dear Laviku, Lord of All the Seas, Zulrav, the Storm Lord, and Makutsi, the Queen of Water Fresh, please watch over me today at school, and protect my mama and papa from all the bad things. Especially the Myrians."
Her mother grabbed her webbed hand as the traffic of school arrivals got a bit thicker. She already loses the curious critter at least twice a week, she really needed eyes in the back of her head to watch that girl. The pair swam up to a mother and her particularly small son, and the two mothers began making small talk. Liandra, on the other hand, was staring at the boy that was burrowing into his mother's legs like some sort of crab. She swam over to him and poked him hard in the shoulder, "Whatchya doin'? I'm Liandra! You look like an eel trying to get into a hole that isn't there!" She then stuck out her tongue and swam away from the boy, trying to incite him to chase her.