Twisted Slough chasin' your pretty thoughts, and your plastic love

An invitation on the wind. Move closer I don't bite. Safiya moved closer, but part of her was wary. After all she had been bitten before more than once. She pushed her way through the underbrush. Singular eye roving over the newcomers face and stopping to meet his gaze. Unflinching as she always was. 

I'm Safiya. As always her father's accent clung to her words. Give her words an exotic quality that most didn't have. She tilted her head forward and waited. Who was this one?