Starswirl's Journal

We have set up camp for the night. From my prior knowledge of my nation's geography, we should arrive in Gilded Lily by midday tomorrow. I'm as giddy as a schoolcolt, ready to begin his first day of studies. My sleep escapes me, I'm so excited. . . and yet something else haunts me, keeping me from slumber. I keep thinking back to the mud-dweller filly. Why was she so ready to accept me as a companion? Did she not realize our kinds hated each other. Perhaps it is because she is young. She has not yet learned to hate as she must. But I begin to wonder. Must we teach our young to hate? I will sleep on it. . . if I ever fall asleep.