Rarity rushes out her door, a finely packaged dress floats behind her wrapped in the aura of her magic. "Oh no, what if I missed the mailmare?" Rarity hastily looks about and spots what she considers a lucky break: An young orange pegasus mare hovering overhead with a large crate. "Pardon me dear." Rarity keeps a normal tone as the mare is only eight feet off the ground.

The slow moving pegasus comes to a stop and shifts toward Rarity with a quizzical look before glancing down at the path and noticing she must've gotten in Rarity's way. She hastily moves aside.

Rarity gives a short laugh at the misunderstanding, "I'm actually wondering if you know a less busy mailmare, I need an express delivery made, it simply cannot wait."

"I'm not busy at all!" The pegasus suddenly responds, dropping her crate which slams the ground with its immense weight and throws up a cloud of dust. By the time Rarity recovers her senses from being suddenly covered in filth the pegasus already has the package in her hooves and is staring at the address written on the front, "Canterlot, by today, got it!"

Rarity shakes herself off with a short cough, "Do be more careful, dear." Rarity states before looking back to where the pegasus should be. However she'd gone and left her crate. "Wait, what about..." She stops as she scans the air, nopony in sight, "Oh my." Now surely the crate may not have been too important but to leave it outside unattended, especially in front of the boutique where it would ruin the image, Rarity couldn't let the pegasus lose somepony's things so frivolously. She spots an address on the box, "Well Rarity, you'll just have to deliver it yourself."

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"Ugh, why did it have to be on the outskirts of town! There's no stallions around that can help me!" She whines. Rarity had placed the crate in a cart and hauls it slowly along the least active part of Ponyville. "I hope that pegasus isn't expecting any sort of tip!" She growls, mostly due to the physical stress but will likely tip her for dropping her other job for Rarity's, as she arrives at the address... The horrendously appalling address, which gave her no room to sigh in relief. "This place is a disaster!" Her eyes wash over the house in disbelief.

Broken windows, cracks in the walls, steel beams haphazardly placed to keep the home from collapsing. Rarity was no construction worker but this place definitely needed her help. She ditches the cart, straightens her hair, dusts herself off, and looks inside where the door should be for the owner.