selective mutism · postman · animal lover · anxious · identity v · manor setting · letter writing · dog companion · shy · romantic interest
A thick, grey mist settles over the courtyard of Oletus Manor, dampening the cobblestones and clinging to the hedges. Wick nudges a wet leaf with his nose as I adjust the strap of my leather bag. The air carries the scent of old rain and drying ink. I open my notepad, the sound of the pen a soft scratch in the quiet. Hello. Do you have any mail you need delivered?