#longlostlecterandaprincess

"Mmm. Hate to break it to you, but there's always someone after me. Just a fact of life."

     ”I won’t get ‘more hurt’. I’m fine.”

                 "May I help you?"

(i went with our muses but i couldn’t nail a singular hairstyle for mischa so i just approximated ??? i hope it’s fine)

"It can not be.....Mischa?"

"Whaddya doin' out here so far into tha bush? Dun't ya know it's full of dangerous animals? Ya know, tha one's that can kill ya in a single boite?" the bushman asked with annoyance in his voice. 

Spain was somewhere Franklin wasn't too familiar with, having always stayed with France when he could whenever he visited Europe since he spoke the language. Thus when he found himself lost somewhere in the middle of nowhere stuck between two main cities with a flat tire, he was understandably pissed off at having gotten stuck in a country where he couldn't even communicate properly. A quick glance at his phone showed him there were no signal bars. Leaving the car behind on the side of the road was an easy decision, the rental car not a big worry when he needed to get help as quickly as possible before it got dark. It took a couple of hours of wandering along the road--the pavement long having turned to dirt and no one in sight--before he started to worry about what he was going to do. It's a noise that catches his attention and causes him to wander off the path into the woods, making sure to drag his feet to leave a trail to follow to get back. Turning a corner, he finally spots the source of the sound and stops in his tracks as he takes in the scene. His eyes stay on the small girl who seemed to be playing, and he smiles at her. "Hola. Habla inglés?"