#fightingforurga

Well, this was... just fantastic. Peggy was lost. Truly lost and she had no idea where she was - damn the wilderness. She’d been heading for Urga, which she had definitely gotten to, yet she just could find her way to the nearest town. 

She was sure she’d seen the same tree five times over, and as she trekked the path again, nose in her map, she let out a growl when she saw the same tree again. 

“What am I doin’ wrong here?” she snapped at herself, burying her nose further into the map as though it would help. However, and just her luck, Peggy felt her boot snag on something on the ground. A tree stump or something? She didn’t know, she hadn’t the time to look. Instead she was letting out a yelp, arms spreading to protect herself from the fall. 

What pissed her off the most was the god awful sound of paper tearing. 

Face planting the floor had lead to her map being in two, and as Peggy collected herself, moving to sit cross-legged on the ground, she let out an almighty huff. 

“You have got to be kiddin’ me...” she groaned, her hat wonky on her head. Not to mention she’d torn her dungarees again, accompanied by a small graze on her knee. 

Sadly she looked at the chaos left behind. Clothes ripped from their places, strewn around the shop, some ripped apart. She really hoped they weren’t completly trashed. At least the commission she was working on at the moment, a wedding dress with lots of complicated embrodidery and lace, was left in piece. Sighing, she went to the front of her shop to close it for the day, she wouldn’t be able to sell anything after all.

Oh dear lord, not again.

“…Who are you?? I’d stay back if I were you-”

Of course, Franziska had absolutely no idea who she was dealing with. As a matter of fact, Franziska had no idea where she was dealing with this person either. In the course of the night she had terribly misread her surroundings, and somehow ended up in very unfamiliar waters.

This encounter had to be easier to deal with than the last one. At least that was what Roderich hoped. He could already hear the land dweller slipping into the water, the gentle ripples alerting him to their presence. From his perch upon his usual rock, the siren looked up to observe just who had fallen under his spell. From a glance, he could tell she was a shifter, not that it really mattered one way or another. She’d made the foolish decision to follow his song, and now she would die for it.