For a while it seemed like nothing would happen as they prayed.

But then, slowly, mists began to roll into the area as the fog grew thick. Tsareena was the first to notice as the air grew heavy around them. Mallow looked up at the fog. "Tapu Fini's mists," she said. "She answered..."

And, out of the mists, a form began to emerge from the mists, a young red headed form, stepping lightly down the rough water-cut steps of the shrine.

"Ah... Nozomi... It's... certainly been a long time... hasn't it?"