[pre 2.4, kinda non-canon]

for years, fatutu had lived on nukutaeao with her people. The island was peaceful, hidden from view with an ancient spell with only some visitors allowed to come and trade with them.

the island was bustling with the nukutai people after a group of traders had left again, and the people were testing out the things and food the outlanders had brought to them.

fatutu stood by the shore instead, watching the waves with a smile. she was bold, always had been. fatutu was the one who convinced her people that outlanders weren't necessary bad, and how they could prosper and learn form them... with her happy nature, it wasn't hard to convince them.

so she stood there, again proud of herself for the things she did today, and curious of the people she met..

she was pulled out of her thoughts when she saw a head starting to peak out the water, the eyes of the person looking up at her face..

was that a tail?