Moonlark's Love

One

Yay! It's the first chapter!

As Edaline cleared away Sophie's dishes from dinner, she mentioned casually, "This came for you in the mail." (A/N Do elves have mail?... Also is that how this even works?...)

Her mother put a thick packet on the edge of Sophie's bed. "You can fill it out if you want, but you don't have to. And even if you register, you can decide not to get your lists. It's entirely your choice, and we'll support you no matter what."

Edaline left her to stare at the packet, brooding. Sophie knew what it was without having to pick it up: her Matchmaking packet.

In the elvin world, when an elf turned fifteen, they got their Matchmaking packet. They would fill this out; it had questions about their outlook on life and their preferences. Then they would submit it and get a list of matches: the people they were allowed to be with. To Sophie, the whole process seemed ridiculous and unfair; if someone wasn't on your list, you would be deemed a Bad Match and shunned for the rest of your lives. If she registered, it was like saying she felt it was okay.

On the other hand, maybe she was making too big of a deal out of it. Maybe it didn't really matter and she should just register. Plus, Fitz did say he hoped she'd register...

Sophie put the packet on her desk, alongside a mountain of unfinished homework. She purposely ignored both, lying back down on her bed. With the arrival of the packet came a new wave of crippling anxiety, so Sophie decided to check in with Silveny to calm herself down. The happy-go-lucky alicorn could always cheer her up.

SOPHIE! FRIEND! MISS!

Hi Silveny.

MISS! VISIT!

Yeah, you should visit soon. It's been a while.

The alicorn seemed to detect her mood.

SOPHIE! SAD?

Not sad, just a little anxious.

HELP!

A flood of warm emotions washed over her, lapping like teal waves on a golden-sanded beach.

Thanks, Silveny.

Once Silveny could sense she was calmer, she started up a chorus of, KEEFE! KEEFE! KEEFE! KEEFE!, that Sophie had gotten used to. She tried to ignore it at first, but the alicorn was incessant.

Okay, next time you visit you can see Keefe.

VISIT! KEEFE! MISS! KEEFE! KEEFE!

Okay, I should probably go to sleep now.

SLEEP!

A new wave of calming emotions flooded her brain, lulling her into a peaceful slumber filled with dreams of boys and alicorns.