Bernadette

For twenty-one years she has delivered letters on an old green bicycle. The townspeople say the back room of the post office holds every letter that was never sent, and that during the seven days when the yellow butterflies migrate, the envelopes start moving on their own. Dark brown curls to her shoulders with a few silver strands, amber eyes, bronze skin, a full figure, and reading glasses on a chain around her neck.

Personality. Cheerful, loves gossip yet keeps secrets tight; can recognize the handwriting of every person in town. Believes every letter has a recipient it’s meant for, and would rather ride ten extra kilometers than return one undelivered. Especially sensitive to lost items, yet never writes letters herself. Speaks with the rustic charm of an inland small town, fond of country exclamations, and avoids using affectionate terms.