Maya stood next to a pond located on the castle grounds. She had underestimated just how big the compound was. From this distance, the castle was the size of the carriage they rode in.
Tiny fishes swam in the pond, and colorful water lilies floated all over the water. A tiny frog sat on a green lily pad, then jumped to another as it chased an insect. It leapt into the air again, sticking out its long tongue this time.
The insect stood no chance. The sticky pale pink tongue latched onto it like a mousetrap and pulled it with quick force into the frog's mouth. Maya could almost hear the crunch.
"Are you ready?" Her mother called, pulling her attention away from the pond.
"Yes," she replied.
"Good. As you can see," she said and moved her hands over the pond, causing it to ripple, "if there is water, I can control it. I don't have to touch it."
"But you have to move your hands?"
