"I wouldn't say it's quite something that can be taught, or at least I don't think it is," the stallion explained. "Described, probably, maybe even understood. But it's something you need to learn by yourself."
Sweetie Belle tilted her head to the side. "I think I get it. It has been feeling a bit easier to do as I've gotten more used to it. How long do you think it will take to get the hang of it fully?"
The stallion gave a shrug. "Months, probably. That's how long it took me, and I'm still learning stuff about it. But you're lucky, you have help and ponies actually explaining it to you. I had to figure it all out by myself."
Sweetie seemed to deflate a little at the news. "That long?"
The stallion nodded. "But the good news is yours doesn't seem that dangerous. A nuisance if it goes out of control, I'm sure, but you're not about to blow up any buildings with it."
Sweetie's head tilted again, the opposite way this time. "Did you blow up any buildings?"
"Almost," admitted the stallion, a little guilt in his voice. "But it didn't happen. So everything is okay in the end. Well, we're not at the end yet, but you get what I meant."
"Huh." Sweetie Belle nodded. "Could you blow something up with it?"
The stallion opened and closed his mouth a couple of times. "Well, I guess I could? I've never tried to. Never had a reason."