Deep in the bowels of a an ancient rain forest lies a small village, nearly untouched by the more civilized world outside. There the people live simple lives of agriculture and hunting. They do not number anymore than fifty or so, men, women, children, the elderly, and a curious kind of woman..
She simply wandered into the village center one day as a child, confused and alone. They took it as a sign from the god's of the forest, for she was unique and looked like some of the serpents one might see, easily a child of the gods they thought. So they raised her with the rest of them, treating her like a deity. The differences were there but she let them be, the people loved her and she loved them all as family.
Now as the years passed visitors came and went, first explorers, then missionaries, and then researchers. They brought news of lands outside, of proper deities to soothe their savage hearts, men and women who came to learn their language and culture, to preserve it. All who came met this strange girl, dressed entirely compared to the relative nudity of the other villagers. Disease they thought, signs of their lack of piety, even just born that way. None of them saw her for what she truly was.
Well, that is until they met her on one of her romps into the forest to find food, for she wasn't content with the villagers bringing her gifts, she needed to know she was independent.
Who does she meet? What does this spell for the demi-human?
(Fantasy, Modern, Pre-Modern settings are all welcome.)