The man's talk amused the god and deep rumble rolled from him. It stirred the water around him ever so slightly. Centuries ago in another world, the gods laughter could have caused waves to built up. Most of this power was gone now. With only the belief of few, his powers had waned. He had been a dying god in a world of busy people, social media and technology. Mythology had no space left in it.
"I have many names. Now most just call me Kai." Ke Kai - the sea. It was what he was. Magic ran through his bones and he was a custodian of the dead. But mostly, he was the ocean and sea. He was water and everything in it. "And who are you, dweller of the land?"