>>584628"Well, there's really not much to tell. In my youth, when I wasn't running about sneaking up on rabbits or nose-deep in a book, I would… borrow pies with no intention of returning them. Straight from the window sills they were cooling on. Those pies became less and less frequent, of course, as ponies got wise to the pie thief prowling about."
I'll have a little half-smile on my face.
"After a time, I decided to set out on the road, traveling wherever my hooves would take me. What I couldn't afford, or find, I'd usually do without. Except, of course, when a rather fat merchant or wealthy pony would wander by. I never took from those with less than me, you see. A pony needs everything they have to survive when they're poor, but the wealthier ponies can stand to tighten their belts a little. So, I would often simply be a cutpurse or ghost along the rooms of an inn, taking only enough to see me to the next town."
I'll rub my chin a moment.
"You see, if I had taken the entire purse while a pony slept, they'd know immediately something was off. Especially if I was gone the next day. So I took a few bits here, a hoof-full of bits there, so it seemed as if they'd simply lost them, or never had as many as they thought in the first place."
I'll clear my throat.
"That isn't to say I've never been caught in the act, of course, though I prefer not to recall those, as they aren't very flattering endings to misadventures and capers. Eventually, after about a year or two on the road, I ran into the rest of the group. Soil, Snacks, all them. I could have passed them and left them to deal with their bear problem, but… I don't know. Something made me go check it out. Common sense abandoned, I helped them out as I could, and we ended up joining forces. This was just outside of Silverhaze, before all this craziness started."