Few are the profession that require the night as much as a thief, and few are pony's that understand the nights importance. The night's wind whispers to me, whispers of the things her shadows hath touched; she guides me when my eyes cannot and she knows of me as i know of her. If i was not a thief, i could not live in under the night's magnificence. I feel what the night feels for we are one.
And i am her thief.