She idly sprinkled some powdered gems on her oatmeal.  It did nothing to improve the flavor, but gave her a little more thaumic energy. This whole thing was getting too complex for her.  Even with the experts Twilight had been loaned after her first visit, they’d still barely been able to make heads or tails of the books Dale had given her.  Maybe it would be easier to get the answers right from the horse’s mouth.  Especially since she’d lost all her notes for their last meeting, and the wonderful picture dictionary he’d loaned her.  The dark-colored stallion was no doubt gloating over his prize.  