Having intently followed the seafaring stories of a old, grizzled, but by now retired fisherman (the only one Taizee had gotten into contact with who didn't quickly excuse themselves and shied away), atleast until he got into very descriptive detail about the time he bedded a mermaid. Looking around herself, desperate for some way to leave the conversation, the blushing mermaid cought the glance of the woman, then of the little girl. Quickly giving a polite little nod and a excuse me, to the old man talking away, Taizee turned to the parent and child with a smile. While the mermaid's fishy half looked quite alien and menacing, with spiked fins and eerie little sacs of blue lights dotting the sides of her otherwise huge, black tail, her upper half was extremely beautiful, save for her still very pale skin. While her tits obviously weren't as large as a certain well endowed dragontaur, each of them was about half the size of her own head! What her body however scored extremely highly on was her ass. With wide hips, and a certain softness to her manifested from many a good meal, her thick bubble butt was almost as big an eye catcher as her glowing lure, something Aishe surely would have noticed, even through the crowd.<br/><br/>Now, though the woman and girl could very well have admired her beauty, Taizee didn't even consider that possibility. Instead, the serpentine merwoman bent her tail over onto itself, lowering her head to the village child's height, before greeting her with a smile and a peppy, "Hello! I'm Taizee, a mermaid, nice to meet you!", as her brightly lit lure dangled above the child's head.<br/><br/>Ignoring the first two agendas on the cleric's meeting, for the most part, and instead letting the kid inspect her warm, semi-soft glowy bulb and massive tail, she very much appreciating a human who didn't seem wary or uncomfortable around her. The shift in the tone of the cleric, and atmosphere of the crowd once the subject of the dissapearances didn't pass over the mermaid's head however, so after slipping the girl a colourful conch from her backpack, Taizee stood up straight and paid attention. Eighteen missing people, and if she remembered correctly, she hadn't eaten anyone on this island. She certainly hadn't swallowed eighteen civilized terrestrials either, so no way it was her! As hypocritical as it might have been, her suspicious gaze immediately falls on Kawaiola, whose head still poked out of the crowd even while sitting down