Lord of the Fly Agaric [AW]

Peregrine had been hot on Magpie's trail for a while now, not eager to let one of the few friends she had in this blasted realm too far out of her sight. Eventually she came across the pale woman waltzing through an idyllic spring forest made of understory trees alight with pink petals. It was positively beautiful, and somehow that seemed an odd place to find her. Maybe it was because their last meeting had been in a heaping pile of refuse, but that could just be her own overactive imagination putting labels where things didn't belong. She grinned at the woman from afar, even if she did not thing she had been spotted yet. "What brings a dirty rapscallion like yourself to a beautiful place like this? Dearest Magpie, I do believe you're tarnishing the very grass you walk upon." Alright so she was teasing, sue her! Mags was probably more than used to it at this point so she wasn't about to take it back, and she honestly wanted an answer, so it hung there in the air between them.