Faeron looked between the four others in the room then let out a hissing sigh, glaring at the floor so she wouldn't need to look at anyone. "No, not really..." Faeron's ears flattened further as she pushed away images of a grinning scaly snout and black fire and ash. She stepped away as she noticed Pinkie leaning over to wrap a foreleg around her, and noticed Spike looking at her. He was frowning a little, and the little green fins that probably hid his ears were drooping. Faeron quickly looked away.
"Did I do something? I'm sorry," she heard Spike say. She had to bite back a rather nasty reply. He wasn't her.
"It's like the opposite of when Fluttershy met you. Sudden enthusiasm verses shaking from... Fear?"
"Maybe she is like Fluttershy? Remember Dragon Mountain?" A raspy voice said. The same person as earlier- Rainbow, wasn't it? Faeron looked up again in time to see Twilight perk up and nod.
"Yes, I do! Faeron," Twilight turned to look Faeron in the eyes. "Are you afraid of dragons?"
Faeron blanked, blinking. "I don't... I don't know. I know I was scared of a dragon, but she is dead." Faeron looked down and glared at the floor again, taking deep breaths. She was uncomfortably aware of everyone staring at her, and pushed down the urge to lash out at the nearest person. 'Those damned crystals...'
"Would you like to talk about it?" Twilight asked. Faeron shook her head, then had a thought, and looked at Rainbow.
"Waypoints, or at least the kind I use, are magical anchors which can be sensed by the person who made them. I use them as anchor points for long-distance teleports; it's less likely for me to teleport into a wall if I use them then." Faeron said. Rainbow reared back a little in surprise.
"Huh?"
"You asked earlier about waypoints, and I said I'd answer when I got my bag, so..." Faeron noticed that the waypoint she'd placed down in the library was still visible, so she deactivated that part. The glowing tree symbol vanished. Twilight perked up.
"Could you show me how to make one of those? I don't teleport often, but having a semi-permanent anchor point to jump to would come in handy!" Twilight said. Faeron blinked.
"Uh, sure? It took me a while to learn but it's actually pretty simple, so..."
Twilight squeaked happily, the former conversation apparently forgotten, and clapped her front hooves together. "New magic!" Spike grinned a little at that, and Pinkie walked over to a random bookshelf. Rainbow sighed.
"Egghead stuff, right. Can I go check something?" Rainbow asked, looking at Twilight, who nodded. "Right, I'll see you in a bit." Rainbow waved and made for the door. Faeron watched her leave before turning back to Twilight, who smiled at her.
"I'd like to properly introduce myself. My name is Twilight Sparkle, it's nice to meet you," Twilight held out a hoof. Faeron shook it uncertainly, focusing a little bit of magic through her ring to prevent falling over.
"Likewise, miss Sparkle."
"Just call me Twilight. Now, is there anything I should know that would be useful for this?" Twilight asked. Faeron nodded, mimicking Twilight and sitting on the floor.
"You need to be able to connect to the Ether without teleporting," Faeron said. As a demonstration, she shifted part of her consciousness into the Ether, and her vision quavered with her form. She quickly withdrew, as the sensation was disorienting.
Twilight stared for a moment, then lifted a hoof to her mouth, looking thoughtful. "I've never done that before, how would..." She trailed off, eyes widening for a split second before she closed her eyes and lit her horn.
A moment passed and there was a faint crackling sound, and Twilight opened her eyes. They looked distant and unfocused.
"Did it work? Wow, that's weird, it's like i'm seeing two things at once," Twilight said, her eyes darting around. Faeron grinned. From what she'd read, it wasn't often that someone managed that on their first try.
"That's perfect. Now, to make a waypoint, the simplest way is to weave a bit of magic between the ether and the material plane, then tune it so it gives off a distinguishable signal." Faeron nudged Twilight's aura with a thread of tuned magic as an example—sweet Terra her magic pool is immense—and she felt Twilight's magic latch on to hers for a moment before pulling away.
"I think I get it. So if I do—" Twilight cut herself off mid-sentence and screwed up her face, her horn glowing brighter, and then there was a flash. Then, floating at the tip of Twilight's horn, was a translucent pink book. It was very detailed; there were tiny dents in the pages where the sheets would be, and there was an indent on the cover in the shape of a starburst, like her markings.
Twilight opened her eyes, then looked up in surprise. "Did I do that?"