by Muscia 21st June 2016, 8:35 pm
Delivering mail must have been hard work. One would have to walk to countless houses to deliver small slips of paper to each mailbox. They would also have to make sure that they don’t mess up each letter or else the customer would be very upset. Needless to say it wasn’t exactly Musica’s dream job. She much preferred her life as a mage, where magic and fighting was a part of her life. Not delivering envelopes house to house. However she wanted to help out a local mailman deliver his mail when she was in Magnolia for a bit anyways. His van and broken down and he had begged for her assistance. Not wanting to sound rude she accepted his request even after he had warned her about how much money was in it for her. Musica had thought of turning down the money reward but she considered against it. She simply wanted to do a good deed for those in need.
After being handed a back filled with letters that were for this street, Musica began her journey to passing out letters. Slowly she went down the first street, always double checking the letters so she would not accidently give the wrong person the wrong letter. A few neighbors had seen her walking down the street in person and asked to her to give them their letters in person. She complied as she took the letters with the name the people had told her. They seemed to be satisfied with her service as they had told her she was a good substitute. Once she had finished with one street she began down another street, slowly putting the papers into the mailboxes and moving the red signaler on the side of the mailbox up to tip the patrons that they have mail.
As she passed each house the bag she carried seemed to grow lighter and lighter as her bag emptied out. Musica was quite happy her job would be ending soon as the job had proven to her to be tedious and to put it bluntly, boring. Although she was happy doing something help a person in need, she wasn’t exactly having the time of her doing this and she wished greatly for her to finally be able to finish this task and go home to do something else that would be more entertaining in her eyes than passing out letters, opening and closing mailbox and placing up the red signal one by one by one.
Finally she had reached her last house. She placed her final letter in the mailbox and began heading back to the site where the mailman was when she had passed him. When she arrived she found the truck being towed and the mailman thanking her for her help. She gave him a small amount of money, however she wasn’t picky. Money was money after all and she was grateful for having some sort of reward even if it was very meager. When Musica when home that day, she had a new appreciation for mailmen and the laborious job they do.
