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A soft, bracing huff was heard from above, a sharp exhale out of overheating nostrils, preceded by a thump upon the barren earth. A cloud of dust-like dirt pillowed out from below the foreigner’s yellow paws, and she kicked them a little in instinct as she stumbled forward a bit, attempting to both prevent her wisps of fur from becoming coated in the land as well as a likely faceplant. She was still getting used to this job.

Once she caught her bearings, she looked around, seeing the world through her blue-tinted goggles. She lifted one paw up towards her face – giving it one more gentle, half-hearted shake for good measure – before then lifting the goggles themselves, and settled them upon her helmet, holding her curls back from her eyes. She blinked, eyes focusing on a couple of dragons standing before her. “Maoryth? Laota?” she asked, hoping beyond hope that she had the right location. She prayed she wasn’t lost again.

Another deep, relieved sigh left the postwoman's nose at their (thankfully) responding nods, and she smiled widely. “I come from the land of the sun,” she began, tapping her heavy paws against the earth a few times before settling them hard into the dirt, locking her elbows and straightening herself up as far as she could muster. Her vest-clad chest puffed out, curls of fur wisping under her chin as her face broke into a proud smile. “But in my travels, I pick up stray letters from those with no corresponding postdragon. And from them…” she trailed off happily, excitedly, moving the paw that raised her glasses back down to her satchel. She nudged around in it, careful not to slice any letters or parcels with her claws, until she found what she was looking for.

Producing an envelope with a flourish, the edge clasped between two glove-lined phalanges, her smile beamed brighter. “I come with a gift! Hopefully it’s a ray of light for you,” she said as she did; she hated delivering poor news. “If you’d like to send off a response, just send it to Tetsumeir. I’ll know where to take it.”

Finally, she gave a cheery “here you go,” and handed the letter off. As the strangers took hold of it and turned it over to see the front, she turned herself around to face the way she came – pushed herself into a gentle trot, then a run – and shoved off into the sky, quickly becoming a far-off golden dot that matched the sun.

The envelope was a pale blue. It was quite barren, save for a sticker – slightly crooked – stuck to the bottom right corner, labelled with the land the postwoman had spoken of; then, neatly placed in the top left corner, was the couple’s names, along with their location. It held a letter written in a careful and smooth font, though some long-tailed letters like y's and g's portrayed a little nervous – or excited – wobble in their swoops, as well as some small items wrapped in tissue and a photocard.