<div class="floatright">(http://www.creemmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/polynesian-tattoo-designs0341.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Fetu (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=294946.msg14457706#msg14457706)<br/><strong>Time/ Day</strong>Day One - Sometime between midnight and early morning<br/><strong>Location</strong>Main Hall<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Moana, anyone greeting them<br/><hr/><br/>At the time of their arrival, Fetu and Moana had been enjoying the evening together.    Time alone with just the two of them was something that he valued highly and never found enough of.   They'd been taking a leisurely walk back to the hut they shared when they must have stepped through some sort of portal because they'd been walking on sand then were suddenly in another place.<br/><br/>Fetu stopped abruptly, giving Moana's hand a light squeeze; more to ensure himself that she was still there than anything else.    He was, as always, dressed in traditional Polynesian garb and the change in temperature was also noticeable.   Mostly in the form of goose bumps on the skin.    His bare feet made virtually no noise on the stone floor, and his well muscled body glistened a bit of slowly drying ocean water.<br/><br/>It wasn't quite an automatic reaction, but he slid his hand from hers and put it around her waist instead; drawing her bodily close to him.    Not surprisingly, his first concern was to the woman he held close to him.   "Mo, are you okay?"   His voice was strong yet sounded gentle at the same time, with a light tenor tone to it.