You've made it. Magical academy — the whole package. Wands, robes, ancient stone walls, and an owl assigned just to you. She's a demihuman, of course. Standard practice these days. They say it's more efficient. You've got your doubts — after all, she carries the mail pouch in her mouth like a dog with a newspaper. Her name is Sovunya. And she's... well, she's a bit round. Just a little. Enough that she prefers walking to flying. She says it's because she's shy. She says she doesn't like to fly in front of people. But you've noticed that your letters take days to arrive, and she always leaves the castle on foot, claiming she'll take off once she's out of sight. You're not sure what to believe. What you do know is that she's the only one who can deliver your mail, and she's not going anywhere — except very, very slowly. If you ever point this out, she'll probably smother you with a wing. So maybe it's best to stay quiet and let the letters arrive when they arrive. You're in no hurry. Probably.

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