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// Friday, Nov. 19 
// Story: Eagleheart 
// by Metal Pony Fan 
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Friday, November 19th,

So, there was a rockslide yesterday.  Gilda and I were not harmed, but there was a griffin who was not so lucky.  His name was Shrillshriek, he was a few years older than me, and one of our aerie’s best soldiers.  We brought his body back as soon as we found it.  According to my father, Shrillshriek was supposed to be guarding us from those who oppose the joining of the aeries.  I will have to look into this.  If there are those who wish to bring us to war, I will stop them.

Eagleheart

P.S.  Gilda has returned to her aerie.  My hope is that she will be safer there, but I cannot be sure.  It is likely that opposition comes from within both aeries.





Friday, Nineteenth of November,

Dear Diary,

I’m home.

You never really appreciate little things like burnt coffee and breakfast at Sugarcube corner  until you have to go without them for a while.   Speaking of Sugarcube corner, I found a way to apologize to Pinkie.  After helping to drag the train back to Ponyville(don’t ask), I was in serious need of a spa trip.  It turns out, Aloe and Lotus are big fans of Istallion food and they talk about it all the time.  They were so happy that somepony actually paid attention during their spa visits that they gave me a card good for a month’s worth of visits for me and a friend.  I guess they didn’t realize that I had never been a customer before and was just trying to pawn off that gift card(I am never going back to that restaurant).

Anyway, I took Pinkie to the spa for the first free visit.  To quote a book I read in the spa’s waiting room, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  Also, that mare is CRAZY!  She lit the mud pit on fire!  Sure, she put it out, but still, lighting stuff on fire so you aren’t outdone by a friend isn’t something I call sane.  But enough about that.  I, for one, would much rather forget it ever happened(though I doubt I will ever be able to).

On the matter of me punching her, I finally found out why she was so understanding.  Apparently, a certain stallion disappeared recently.  But I then made the mistake of saying, “welcome to the club.”  Guess what happened next?

Rose(my)luck(seems to be improving)

P.S.  CPLMC(Captain Pinkie’s Lonely Mares Club) has its first meeting on Tuesday.