By the time Galea finished putting her through her paces, in between sweeps of the sky around and land below, Rose learned her sense of direction and altitude was "fair t' middling" by pegasus standards, which meant quite good compared to a typical unicorn or earth pony. "Why, I knew one stallion who could tell barometric altitude t' a hoof's-breadth and compass direction t' less than a point," the old guardspony claimed. "But for all sorts o' reasons, I wouldn't hold you t' such a preposterous measure, Ms. Brass. You're doing fine."