abalonetea:farapostoffice:The post office sits on a crossroads, directly in the middle, code untethe
abalonetea:farapostoffice:The post office sits on a crossroads, directly in the middle, code untethered around it. “I’m still getting the hang of things,” says the Postmaster. “It’s been a long time since I was last out here and…” He looks around. “It’s not in very good shape anymore. But I’ve managed to find two addresses.”He drifts into the building, which is heavily worn down and in a state of disrepair. Lines of green code can be seen running through the walls where the wood has fallen away. A massive, dark winged bird-dragon is curled up in the far side of the room. It cracks open one golden eye at the Postmaster’s arrival, and then snorts and closes it again.The Postmaster steps around the end of the counter, and to the wall of dented, caved in postal boxes behind it. There are only two useable boxes.“It looks like I can send mail to Locke, in Fields of Fara, and Bolte, in Fara Falls,” says the Postmaster. “If you want to write for them, I’ll make sure that they respond. You just need to give the letter to me, alright? Make sure that you say who it’s going too. I can’t deliver things that aren’t signed.”He runs his fingers over the rest of the postal boxes.More softly, clearly directed at himself, “and maybe… Maybe I can fix the rest of these boxes, too. I think it would be nice, getting to deliver more letters. I’ve missed it.” To celebrate my return to actively writing for Groundhog Day, @twinmother was lovely enough to come up with not only the idea for this blog, but the icon for it! If you’ve ever wanted to send a letter or a question to Locke or Bolte, now is your chance! Write them a letter and, through the magic of the Postmaster, they’ll be forced to respond! -- source link
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