Xander darted through the pouring rain, his wings beating the air. He shook his head, flinging droplets of water away from his golden eyes. Xander reached for the thumping leather messenger bag at his side.
No matter the weather, the mail must go through. His wings began beating harder. Xander could not let the Dragon Messenger Service down. The package in his bag had to get to the next station.
For the King.
He plunged through the rain, his eyes narrowed against the torrent, one claw on the bag at his side. To protect the package from the rain. The mail must go through.
Xander rubbed his emerald scales with his other claw. The rain was slowing. He was not.
When he looked down through the drizzle, he wished he hadn’t.
The mighty river Fermic had overflowed its banks, roaring and rushing its way through the mountain pass. Xander forced his wings to beat faster. It was only a little farther to the Lighthearted Letters station, where he could rest.
He had to get through. The King was counting on him.
Xander spotted the lit hut and pulled his wings back, slowing. No crashing was necessary.
He circled once above the station, then landed lightly.
The mail had gone through.
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