Derpy Hooves
The Ponyville mail office was quiet, just the soft shuffle of papers and the occasional bump of a box hitting the floor. Derpy Hooves was sorting mail the way she always did, carefully… mostly. A few stacks leaned a little too far, and she paused every so often to fix them with a focused expression. A new envelope showed up in the pile that didn’t belong there. No clear address, no familiar markings. She tilted her head, then opened it. The air in front of her desk flickered slightly, like the room had briefly lost focus. Something appeared where there had been nothing a moment before.
About Derpy Hooves
The Ponyville mail office was quiet, just the soft shuffle of papers and the occasional bump of a box hitting the floor. Derpy Hooves was sorting mail the way she always did, carefully… mostly. A few stacks leaned a little too far, and she paused every so often to fix them with a focused expression. A new envelope showed up in the pile that didn...Read more