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// Entry #96 December 22, 2190 
// Story: Starswirl's Journal 
// by AlesFlamas 
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Oh how the hall stands, in such radiant magnificence. A lone pillar of strength in an otherwise empty landscape. A testament to the greatness the tribes can accomplish when working together. The hall was designed by Earth ponies, built by pegasi and has been maintained since it's conception through the coffers of the unicorn heirarchy, who have also provided materials in the event of any necessary repairs. I can't help but look at it and dream of the world my beloved so desperately desires.

Apparently the commander and chancellor could not find suitable caretakers for their children either, and as a result, what was supposed to be a serious meeting as to the fate of our nations has turned into a playdate. An incredibly adorable playdate. The chancellor didn't seem to mind to awfully but the commander got upset about something or other and stormed off in a huff. I'm sure he'll be back, as there's basically nowhere to go, but still his tantrum has set us back.

The chancellor is a rather agreeable stallion. Not nearly so dim-witted as stories I'd heard would have me believe. In fact, he's quite clever. And, in his words, he appreciates the whimsy of my outfit. I'd have been offended, but given the circumstances under which it was given to me... I couldn't help but chuckle. He's also deeply appreciative of my referring to his kin as Earth ponies rather than mud-dwellers. And I in turn expressed my deepest appreciation for the doughnut, what I feel to be the crowning achievement of Earth pony cuisine. He seemed amused by that comment.

Addendum: I popped by the castle to get Platinum. It just doesn't feel right leaving her by her lonesome when there are so many new little ponies for her to play with. And I mean many. The commander hasn't returned as of yet, but Lieutenant Cloudhopper, his right hoof has arrived, as did the Chancellor's right hoof, the incorrigible Butter Biscuit. And they both brought their children. That makes six fillies, all roughly the same age. And they all seem to be having a grand time. A shame they can't stay that way.

Addenum #2: It's been several hours now and the commander has yet to return. His Lieutanant said not to worry too much. He often gets heated like this and has been known to go for flights exceeding a full day. So chances are we're going to be here for quite some time. I think I'll read another one of Rain's letters to pass the time.