You listen to the sound of a guard retreating down the hallway that your workshop’s situated off of. Luna’s guards, you were pretty sure, could see in the dark. More likely to be mares too, you’ve noticed. In fact, you’ve never seen that particular variety – one with no analogue in your home’s mythology, for once – anywhere but the castle. A recessive phenotype, or some endangered race? They were no quieter than the ordinary ponies, at least, and you could use that to your advantage.