Lion Head Mesa There is an elephant on my chest

Safiya was surprised from her concentration from the wolf Belen, she thought she had heard her name. But she could not remember it. But then she was told it. And she nodded. Thank you. I'm Safiya. But you can call me Fiya if it's easier.

She took a breath then, and the woman's words stirred a part of her she was trying to bury. Because Soto, was not good or kind. He was darkness so they said. Even if he had treated her well. And then she spokie softly. Will you teach me the language you speak? I can teach you my father's language in, in trade.