Your bolt upright in your seat, drawing a strange look from Twilight. How did you never think of that? Celestia’s ‘prankster skills’… Ponies can’t really be stealthy, not inside a mostly stone palace like this. Any stealth is good stealth; she must have found a way to get around unnoticed. You don’t have hard hooves, you have fleshy feet. And socks, to boot. You just needed to know your likely targets and their nighttime schedules, and a capable light source for navigation. Fortunately, one of the few ponies who liked you would know all the goings-on of the palace at night; that could cover the former. The latter was sitting in a drawer in your room, as it had been since a week after your arrival.