Dear Anonymous
By
littlepiegirl
Chapter One – Jane Mare
“Sometimes what you need most is right in front of you. All you have to do is open your eyes and see it.”
“Finally.” Twilight sighed contently, deeming her latest efforts as a job well done.
To many a pony, cleaning the library would be a tedious task. Few would consider re-shelving an entire library-sized collection of literature a ‘good time’. Twilight, however, thought it to be the most relaxing and soothing part of her day. Sliding that wonderful leather-bound piece of knowledge back into its own perfectly designated spot on the shelf – it was delightful.
Although Spike was usually the one to be bestowed this grand job, Twilight couldn’t resist the temptation for long. Since it was usually the alicorn who tended to part the books from their beloved shelves, it was only fitting that she should return them from time to time.
“And … done!” she declared, placing the final huge encyclopedia onto the top shelf. While wiping the single bead of sweat from under her horn, she glided steadily down towards her desk. She gave a swift rustle of her feathers, thankful to be back on all four hooves.
“Hey, Twilight, you done?” Spike called from the kitchen doorway, admiring his mentor’s handiwork.
The purple mare continued to peer down into her journal, studying it intently. “Uh-huh, I just gotta check” – Flicking her quill, she drew a large tick on her checklist – “this off. Okay, that’s my errands done for the day.”
She beamed happily at the dragon. Using her magic, she grabbed some nachos from the bowl he was holding. She did always appreciate the dragon’s cooking, even if on occasion it was ‘questionable’.
“Mmm, so what do you wanna do now?” he asked, munching on another clawful of the salty snacks.
She tapped her chin in thought. Twilight wasn’t one for not keeping busy, even on a Sunday. This was why she had to maintain her list-making, to be organised, and to tend to the task at hoof. When there was no task to place a hoof on, she could quickly find herself bored. She despised even the thought of having to sit and do nothing. Well, nothing productive at least.
“It’s a pretty nice day outside.” She peeked out one of the downstairs windows, hollowed into the tree bark. “We could … go for a walk through town? I could do with some more writing ink.”
“What, for writing more check lists?” he scoffed, bringing the bowl to his lips before gulping down the remains.
“N-no!” She shot him a piercing look, trotting over to retrieve her saddle bag. “F-for … writing in our journal.” She lied, tightening the strap with a wave of magic.
Her dragon companion groaned, opening the heavy front door. “Right. We don’t even have the journal at the moment!”
Oh, Celestia, he’s right! she thought, giving an awkward grin. “I-I think Applejack has it, or maybe … Fluttershy?”
“All I know is we don’t,” he muttered, hopping up onto Twilight’s back. The newly arisen sun peered down on the pair as Twilight stepped out onto the freshly cut grass. She was thrilled that winter had finally been wrapped up, and spring had descended upon Ponyville. Just like a little sprout, the townsfolk had begun to grow the town back to its warm, friendly bustle.
“Ah. Well, you can never have too much ink,” she said cheerfully, starting off at a brisk trot.
Spike sighed, taking in the sweet, flowery scent drifting on the breeze. “I guess.”
He listened to the sound of Twilight’s hooves clopping against the cobbled path, when they reached the small bridge leading to town. It truly was a beautiful day, and the dragon enjoyed the feeling of the warm sunlight against his scales.
“So, any stores you want to go to, Spike?” Twilight smiled, looking over her shoulder.
“Not really, Twilight. Just as long as we don’t have to go to –”
“The bookstore!” The alicorn whinnied, galloping over to her favourite place in Ponyville. Her dragon companion almost fell off with her sudden burst of speed. She pressed her muzzle against the glass, grinning at the small assortment of books in the window.
“Ugh, geez, Twilight!” Spike moaned, barely able to hold onto the alicorn’s back.
“Let’s go in!” She trotted inside, giggling at the sweet chime of the bell above the door.
Spike held his head in his claws, well aware it was the fifth time this week his mentor had visited the shop. “Yes, let’s.”
“Good morning, Princess Twilight!” a deep, smooth voice called from behind the cash register. An elderly stallion emerged from behind the counter. His pale watery eyes glistened, showing years of wisdom and a kind spirit.
“Good morning, Mr Inkwell.” Twilight tore herself away from a book stand, nodding towards him. “Please, just call me Twilight.”
“Oh, of course, Prin— Miss Twilight. It’s not every day I get royalty in my store.” He grinned, continuing to count some bits on the countertop.
“That’s alright, because Twilight actually is in here every day!” Spike huffed, leaning against the doorframe, refusing to take a step closer.
Twilight shot him a glare. “Spike! I-It’s not every day.”
“Whatever.”
“So,” she turned back to the bookshelves, inspecting them intently, “Got anything new?”
The stallion gave a hearty laugh. “Not since yesterday!”
“That’s alright,” Twilight announced, sliding a small, hardback novel of the top shelf. It was old and covered in a thick layer of dust.
“I’ll take this one.”
“That one? I’d expect you to have a copy of this in the library.” Mr Inkwell gave a look of astonishment over his half-moon spectacles.
“Oh yes, there is, but this is for my personal collection.” She smiled, placing the book on the counter. “It seems quite popular with readers, so I thought I’d give it a try.” Rarity had checked it out many a time from the library, so Twilight had been rather curious. What was so amazing about this ancient novel? Spike jumped up at the counter, grabbing the book.
“Lemmie see!” The young dragon stared at the cover. There was no illustration, just a tatty, textured cover. “Jane Mare, what’s that?”
“It’s a classic, Mister Spike.” Mr Inkwell explained, peering down at the dragon.
Spike nodded, handing the book back to Twilight. “Oh, okay.”
“Yep, probably the best love story of all time.”
“Love story!” both Twilight and her assistant barked, looking at one another. Spike burst into a fit of laughter.
“Yeah, like Twilight would read anything like that!” he breathed, wiping away a tear of joy. “She isn’t even interested in romance.”
Twilight frowned, trying her best to hide the embarrassment, and handed the book back to the elderly pony. Thanks a lot, Spike!
Was he right? She was Princess Celestia’s faithful student and a Princess, for pony’s sake! She didn’t have time for romance – that was all. It wasn’t that she wasn’t ‘interested in romance’.
“That’s not true!” she blurted angrily, before realising her words. Spike gawked at her, shocked and a little concerned. He huffed before waddling off to look at some comics. There was a tense silence before Mr Inkwell coughed loudly.
Oh, Celestia, Twilight moaned to herself. I’ll never be able to set hoof in this bookstore again.
“It’s quite alright, Miss Twilight. It’s yours,” he whispered.
“B-but sir!” she demanded, looking at him wide-eyed. She couldn’t take charity from such a nice, old stallion. It didn’t feel right.
Mr Inkwell sighed, studying Twilight’s expression. “I insist.”
“W-well, thank you. Thank you very much!”
“Well, you are my best customer after all, Princess,” the stallion said, opening a drawer behind the counter. “Miss Twilight, I couldn’t help but think about your … dilemma.”
“Dilemma?” she asked, confused. Mr Inkwell nodded, looking a little anxious. What was he talking about?
“Yes … about romance?” He looked at her sternly.
“Ugh, huh?” She gulped, anticipating the worst. Nopony had ever been so forward with her about the subject before. Perhaps not even Rarity, though she had mentioned it to Twilight a couple of times. Twilight had just presumed that everypony knew she didn’t have time for that sort of thing.
“We got some flyers given to us about this new company around Hearts and Hooves Day. It’s quite clever actually,” he explained, fishing a pile of paper out of the desk. “You write letters to other ponies who have also joined up.”
“Uh, okay.” She didn’t know what to say. At least you got to write letters, she loved to do that.
“Ah-hah! Here,” he announced, handing over a pink, fancy-looking flyer.
“Magic Match,” she read aloud, slightly confused. “S-so, is this like a pen pal service?”
“W-well, not quite, dear. More like a … dating service,” he said, pitching his voice low as not to attract the attention of Spike.
“D-d-dating!” Twilight spluttered loudly, looking between the stallion and the brightly coloured paper in horror.
He shuffled awkwardly on the spot, thinking carefully about his next words. Spike began to wander back over towards the two ponies. “Yes, I just thought that you don’t have a special somepony at the moment. Perhaps –”
“Mr Inkwell,” she spoke harshly, but quietly, “while I can appreciate your concern, I am a Princess now. I’m too wrapped up in royal duties to partake in … this!”
“What royal duties? Yesterday, you sat and read Harry Trotter for five hou –” Spike gagged as Twilight planted a hoof firm into his mouth to shut him up.
Great. Of all moments you had to be listening now, Spike. She gave an anxious laugh, smiling at the elderly stallion.
“My apologies, Miss Sparkle.” He frowned, before slipping the book’s inside a bag.
“Oh … it’s alright, Mr Inkwell,” she whispered, levitating the book into her saddle bag. She faked a smile, before turning to leave. It wasn’t her intention to snap at the poor cashier. She could feel the guilt welling up in her stomach, becoming more persistent with each passing second. Or perhaps it wasn’t guilt. Whatever it was it was a painful gut-wrenching feeling.
Loneliness?
She pushed open the shop door, the sun’s rays once again shining down on her coat. “Good day, Princess,” Mr Inkwell called, giving Twilight a strange expression. She nodded, furrowing her brow in deep thought.
“Bye!” Spike chirped, waving through the window.
I’m not lonely. I don’t need romance … d-do I? Her brain whirred, unsure of the strange concoction of emotion pulsating through her mind. She was mesmerized by it.
“Ugh, Twilight? I thought you wanted some new ink,” Spike inquired, skipping up beside her. She stayed silent, watching the cobbles pass by as she walked.
“We can get it another day, Spike. Let’s just go home.”
Spike was already fast asleep by the time Twilight had blown out the majority of candles. She left one remaining, burning brightly on her bedside dresser. The soft glow illuminated the bedroom with a faint orange like the final moments of a sunset. It was getting late, but she could spare ten minutes to read one or two chapters of her new book.
She slid quietly under the quilt, making herself comfortable. Spike gave a sharp snore for a moment before continuing his regular snoring pattern.
Alright, let’s see why this is so popular. She beamed, laying down onto her back, before snuggling into the sheets. With her magic she cracked the binding open, eager to absorb those first words. The alicorn gave a quick jump, and splutter when an unexpected surprise fell out the book and onto her muzzle.
Ugh? What in Equestria is … She lifted the paper away to read it. Her expression of shock turned to anger when realising what the mysterious gift was.
Magic Match date mail service! The flyer was the exact one Mr Inkwell had tried to force upon her earlier. She groaned, slapping a hoof against her forehead. Why was this in the book? Had he put it there on purpose?
She shook her head in disbelief. Mr Inkwell put it there by mistake, that’s all. The flyer’s pink and white colours flickered a tinge of orange in a candlelight, as she continued to read.
Do you need love in your life? Why not sign up for Magic Match! Send us your personal profile, and we will find you a perfect match. It’s that easy! Let’s us do all the searching for you.
Our state of the art personality spell will guarantee 99% compatibility with your new pen pony pal!
So what are you waiting for? Find your special somepony today!
Twilight scoffed, staring at the dark ceiling. Personality spell, what a load of pony feathers! I’ve never heard of such a spell. She rolled over, watching the flicker of her candle, and becoming more relaxed.
M-maybe I could – Her stare intensified. It was true, she’d never even been close to having a special somepony. She could only ask herself why. Was she not good enough for romance?
I-I don’t know the first thing about love. It’s not something I can learn about in a book.
She’d never thought about it until now. Maybe she was lonely. Sure, she had her friends, but never a coltfriend. Had she even tried to talk to a colt? All her life she’d been alone until she’d moved to Ponyville. Perhaps it was time for her to take a bigger step. She gulped before blowing out the bedside candle.
I … I’ll do it!
Author's Note
Hello. Thanks for reading.
I tip my hat to you if you got the movie reference in this chapter. Well Done.
Fun Fact: I came up with the idea for this story in December 2013. Yes, it took me a hell of a long time to actually start writing it.
See you next chapter!
~Pie
Chapter Two: Personality Crisis
Chapter Two – Personality Crisis
Blank.
Twilight’s mind was a complete and utter blank. She gazed down at the fresh piece of parchment, praying that some words had magically appeared, ridding the alicorn of her writer’s block. A yellow, pristine, and most of all empty parchment stared back at her. Breathing deeply, she smelt the musk of the parchment, which she loved so much.
I’m never going to be able to do this. What a stupid idea! She rolled a pen up and down the desk with a hoof, reading over the Magic Match flyer for a fifth time.
Send us your personal profile by answering these simple questions.
“Ugh. This is harder than I thought,” she moaned, tapping her horn. Though the questions seemed quite simple, Twilight was finding it increasingly difficult to talk about herself. She knew she had to make her personality shine, but at the same time remain unpretentious.
She dabbed a quill gently into an ink pot. ‘Magic Match Personal Personality Profile’ she scribbled at the top of the page, underlining it twice.
“Okay. Current location, Ponyville,” she announced with a smile. “At least that one is easy.”
After writing down the thought, she gazed out her bedroom window. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and a fresh breeze rustled a neighboring tree.
W-what do you look for in a partner? She buried her muzzle in her hooves. She’d never had one. How was she supposed to know?
“Ugh, this question hurts my brain. I don’t care … as long they’re nice.” She snorted down at her far from complete profile. “Nice!”
Beaming, she turned back to the paper. She wrote the overly vague word down quickly.
“A-and … friendly! Wait, I’ll just write down what I like in a friend. That’s sort of the same.”
The quill’s feather danced and wiggled as Twilight created a huge list of random adjectives. She waved her horn eagerly, finding each word easier to write.
“Polite, delicate, refined, poised … punctual!” Feeling rather accomplished, she held up the paper to admire her work. She was so transfixed at double-checking her list of appropriate characteristics that she didn’t even hear the faint footsteps echoing from downstairs. Spike appeared at the top of the stairwell, and marched over briskly. He displayed a small, new pot of ink in his claw, while Twilight continued to stare at the paper.
“Guess what? I found you some new ink in a kitchen cabinet,” he spoke, feeling proud to have done such a good deed for his mentor.
“Gah!” Twilight jumped at the sudden appearance of the dragon. She scrambled the paper with her hooves, before lunging her body across the desk. Trying to look casual, she smiled and covered the parchment with her hooves. “Ugh, yes, yes, Spike. J-just leave it here, would you?” She eyed the edge of the oak table.
“Alrighty.” He placed the ink down, peeking over her shoulder. “Whatcha writing?”
Twilight could feel herself sweating as she panicked. Her heart lurched uncontrollably, threatening to escape from her chest. Quick, think of something!
“Uh… ah! A list!” she blurted, not moving her hoof from the paper.
Spike gave a quizzical look, taking a step closer. “A list. A list of what?”
“Of … b-books. Yes, books for … uh, f-for the … bookstore! Because –”
“Magic Match? That sounds like a cool magic duel. Ooo, can I read it?” Spike beamed happily, before raising an eyebrow when Twilight mumbled inaudibly. She looked down to see that some of writing was not hidden entirely. Clopping a hoof down, she covered the very visible 'magic match' section of the title.
“A-ah, you can’t!” she yelled louder than intended.
Spike folded his arms in annoyance, huffing. “What! Why?”
Think, Think! “Because … it’s not been published yet, a-and –”
Her dragon companion snatched the parchment from under her body. Pushing Twilight’s face away as she flailed, he inspected the 'list'. “Let’s see then,” he said, squinting to get a better look.
“No! Spike, gimme that back!” With quick thinking, she levitated the page up before he could make out the words.
“Hey, I was reading that! Why you being all weird?” He leapt at the paper hovering just out of reach. Twilight chuckled, as he bounced up and down continuously, like a dog begging for a treat. Phew, that was close.
Twilight, however, didn’t have much time to marvell her triumph. A sharp stab of pain ran down her horn.
“Ow!” she yelped, when Spike flicked her with a claw, causing the magic quiver and release its hold on the paper.
“Ah-hah!” He scooped up his prize, while Twilight was still in her state of shock. “Magic Match!” he read, before shooting a grin at the alicorn.
“Spike!” she moaned, rubbing her forehead.
“Y-you’re sending a personal dating profile?” he scoffed, before covering his mouth to trap the escaping laughter. “Nice, friendly, punctual” He fell to the floor in hysterics, unable to breathe.
“Stop it! You’re the one who said I wasn’t into … r-romance,” she uttered, unable to look at her friend. At that moment, she wanted to curl up and die.
“Y-yeah, but I didn’t say go and make a dating profile!” He wandered over, trying to say composed.
Twilight huffed as she slumped back onto her desk. “What else am I supposed to do? It’s not like I’ve had a special somepony before,” she whispered, staring out the window once more.
“B-but you’re a princess now, ponies will be lining up –”
“I don’t want ponies going out with me based only on the fact that I’m a Princess, Spike. That’s just wrong!” she snapped. She didn’t mean to be so harsh on him, but she wasn’t ready to tell ponies yet. She wasn’t ready for any of this. She sighed. Maybe all this was just a big mistake.
“Well, if it’s that important to you, I guess I’ll help,” Spike said, placing the parchment in front of Twilight.
“Y-you will?” Her ears perked up.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” Spike rolled his eyes as he felt a purple hoof squeeze him into a hug. She levitated the quill over to her companion, wide-eyed and eager.
“But no more laughing at me!” she said sternly, getting comfortable on the desk stool.
“Alright, alright,” he agreed, dipping the nib into the new pot of ink.
For the next hour, the pair continued their back and forth of ideas. Spike willingly scribbled down Twilight’s answers, giving the odd suggestion here and there. With each word, Twilight could feel her anxiety melt away. Perhaps it was because she had a friend helping her. However, she thought it was because she had no more doubt in her mind – signing up was indeed a good idea.
“I think we’re done, Twilight,” Spike declared, studying his handiwork. Twilight hovered over, gasping with delight.
“Really?” She peeked over his shoulder, making sure nothing was out of place.
“Yep. You just need to sign it.” He reached down to write Twilight’s signature, like he had done so many times before.
“Wait!” With a burst of magic, she yanked at the quill. “You don’t sign your real name.”
The dragon scratched at his chin with the feather end of the quill, raising an eyebrow. “Why? How do they know who you are?”
“You have to write under a nom de plume. It says here on the flyer,” she explained, much to Spike’s confusion.
He continued to stare at the alicorn. “Nom de what-now?”
“Plume, Spike. You know, a pen name? So the other ponies don’t know exactly who you are.” She trotted over to her desk, searching around for an envelope.
“Oh, I see. So what do you want to be called?” Spike pressed down on the parchment, sticking his tongue out in concentration.
“Hmm. Something inconspicuous, but still shows my personality. Nothing that will give away I’m a princess either!” She continued to rake around the cluttered desk in thought. If she was to find a perfect match, that pony should get to know her. Finding out she was a princess could be disastrous.
“If you say so.” Spike nodded, before smiling when Twilight presented him with an envelope. “How about … Magic Master!” He struck a pose, pumping his fist.
“Ah, no.” Twilight giggled. “Nothing to do with my special talent. Inconspicuous, remember? Anyway, that sounds like a comic book character!”
The dragon groaned, leaning against a bookcase. “Well, you think of one then.”
She shuffled on the point, staring at her personal collection of books. Each had its own section and label. The Starswirl section took pride and place in the middle, of course. She always kept them in a special bookcase in her room. Celestia forbid if somepony checked one out by accident.
“I know, Starswirl fan!” she exclaimed, raising her hoof in emphasis.
“No, Twilight. Just … no,” her assistant murmured, refusing to write.
She stomped her hoof in annoyance. “What? I thought it was good.”
Spike followed her gaze to her personal book collection. “Although that does give me an idea. How about something to do with books? It is your hobby, after all,” he said, looking to Twilight for approval.
“That’s not a bad idea, Spike. Books are very generic.” The idea was a simple one, considering a lot of ponies read for pleasure. Her brain rattled trying to think of the perfect name.
“Hmm … literature –”
“Lover?” Spike smirked.
Twilight shook her head. “Lecturer …”
“Nah, nopony likes a lecture.”
“Literature … literary. Literary Genius?” Twilight beamed, feeling accomplished.
Spike huffed. He was used to the alicorn’s nerdy behaviour. “Ugh. Geez, Twilight. Rainbow is right, you’re such an egghead.” His head shot up, a toothy grin beginning to form across his face.
“Spike?” Twilight looked at him, unsure of what he was thinking.
“Egghead … Equestrian Egghead!” he declared proudly, making the quill kiss the paper. Twilight fluttered over, oblivious to Spike’s
cunning.
“Huh? Spike did you just write that?”
Twilight couldn’t deny she had been a little angry at the dragon. Needless to say, making her accept that “egghead” was the most suitable pen name for her took a long time. He had refused to rewrite the entire personality profile, arguing that it was “only a name.” Twilight could agree with that point, yet she still wasn’t entirely satisfied.
Her nom de plume was the only piece of information her new 'pen pal' would receive. She didn’t want to ruin a first impression, which she truly believed the name Egghead would, but that was all in the past now. There was nothing else she could do. Spike had delivered the letter to the post office three days ago.
It was the least he could do, considering his fire breathing was only linked to the desk of Princess Celestia. He had suggested on trying a new destination, but she decided against it. She didn’t want her only copy of the profile to be accidentally turned into ash after all that effort.
She trotted downstairs, happy to hear the sweet conversation between her friends. Rarity didn’t have much free time during the week, so it was always a pleasure to have her company. Spike and the seamstress were discussing something about Rarity’s newest creation.
Twilight stopped in the middle of the stairway, smiling down at them. “Hey, Rarity. Glad you could make it.”
The prim and proper mare nodded to her. Twilight noticed she was just looking gorgeous as ever.
“Well, of course, darling. I got my newest dress done early, so how could I say no?” she explained. Spike beamed up at her in puppy-eyed amazement.
“That’s great. Oh, Spike,” she asked, the dragon tearing his gaze away from the unicorn. “Will you come upstairs, and write this card for Mr. Inkwell?”
He nodded, hopping up the stairs. “Card for what?”
“To thank him for the book he gave me.” She followed behind him, looking down at Rarity. “We’ll just be a minute.”
Rarity waved a hoof, ushering her to proceed. “Why of course, take your time.”
The alicorn’s hooves clacked against the oak floorboards, as she followed her scaley companion into the bedroom. Spike grabbed an old quill, before dipping the nib in a generous coating of ink.
“Okay, what do you want me to write?” The dragon enquired, standing over the desk, quill at the ready.
Twilight took her usual stance. She missed writing letters like this to the Princess, but she just had to adjust to the change. “Ahem. Dear Mr. Inkwell. Thank you for your very gracious gift –”
A short series of knocks came from downstairs, freezing Twilight’s letter mid-sentence. She paused, listening to the loud raps against the front door. Spike turned to listen as well, before looking at Twilight.
A faint voice called from below. “Twilight. I’ll answer it for you, darling,” Rarity called, keeping her voice lady-like even when shouting.
The alicorn nodded for Spike to proceed. Good thing Rarity was here to lend a hoof when needed.
“I wonder who that is,” Twilight pondered, wandering over to the window.
Her assistant glanced behind at an old, wooden cuckoo clock. “Hmm, I dunno. Probably just the mail pony.”
Twilight’s heart did an almighty leap as she realised the situation about to occur. Her expression contorted into that of a mad mare. “M-mail pony!”
Gasping, she spun on her hooves and galloped toward the stairs. Oh, please, please don’t see the –
“Twilight?” Rarity spoke, staring down at the pile of mail she had collected from the visitor, one pink letter prominent among the white envelopes. Her voice was low and concerned.
“A-ah, yes?” She plodded down the stairs, trying to remain calm. She could hear Spike following behind her, gasping for breath.
“Well, I-I. I didn’t know you,” the unicorn paused, trying to phrase her words lightly, “partook in … dating services?” Rarity’s voice wavered, unsure of her what her friend’s reaction would be. Twilight could see the familiar Magic Match logo and pink colourings as Rarity held up the letter in an aura of blue.
Just. Perfect. She face-hooved, trying to hide her shame. She needed to take precautions to keep this secret contained. So far it was anything but contained.
“Uh-oh,” Spike gasped.
“Look, Twilight, my sincerest apologies. I-I shouldn’t have been snooping.” She bowed her head to the floor in embarrassed repentance.
“It’s alright, Rarity. How could you have missed it?” Twilight trotted over to her unicorn friend, placing a hoof on her shoulder. “It sticks out like a pink, heart-covered, sore hoof.”
Rarity gave a small smile as she floated the letter over. “That’s very true. I recognised the logo from a poster in the bookstore window. I have even considered using Magic Match once or twice myself.”
It was clear to Twilight that she had stumbled over the envelope by accident. It was an honest mistake. Twilight smiled brightly. “R-really?”
Spike poked his head between the two mares, interrupting Twilight’s trail of thought. He stared at the letter.
“Well?” he said, pointing at it, excited.
Twilight shot him a confused glare. “Well, what?”
“Open it!”
Rarity smiled at Twilight, just as eager to see what was inside. “Oh, yeah,” she chuckled, tearing the flap open. Her friends went wide-eyed, trying to interpret the alicorn’s expression.
Here goes nothing, she thought, when she unfolded the paper inside. She took a deep breath before beginning to read.
Dear Equestrian Egghead,
Congratulations! Magic Match™ is pleased to inform you that a successful personality match has been found.
Enclosed within this envelope are your personal Match Stamps. These stamps are enchanted with a delivery spell linked to your new pony match. This will ensure your letters are delivered swiftly without having to write an address, keeping anonymity between our customers.
However, from this point onward, Magic Match™ is not responsible for any personal details revealed between matches. If you wish to reveal more about yourself to any of your matches, you can so at your own will.
Your Magic Match™ is
AwesomeCupcake152
Thank you for using Magic Match™. The number one date mail service in Equestria!
Author's Note
Well, since this was so damn popular, I went and wrote the next chapter. My poor poor keyboard. There, there.
Fun Fact: AwesomeCupcake9 is my user name for DeviantArt and Xbox. You thought I was being creative there, weren't you? Well, nope, I wasn't.
Edit: Yes, you may at add me. Just as long as you're not a psychopath. :)
So, next chapter ... I think it's about time Twilight and her new pal started writing letters.
Until next time!
~Pie
