I think I see now why the Summer Sun Celebration is so important. For the past two days now, ponies of all shapes and sizes, of all races and genders, have been flooding into Gilded Lily. Everypony is aiding in the preparation of the festival. And the whole time, I have not heard one disparaging comment about race or abilities, nor of talents or purpose. Truly, it is a beauteous sight to behold. I just hope it lasts until the end of the festival. The last thing we need is another Equine war. And as fragile as the alliance between the races currently is, it wouldn't take much to spark a conflict capable of turning into one.
Note: I've made absolutely no progress on that poem I'm supposed to be writing.
Note 2: My father's words linger at the front of my mind, just out of my reach. It's infuriating.