The room was dim; a small crackling fire provided soft, ambient light.  Bookshelves lined most of the walls, and each shelf supported rows upon rows of ancient, dusty knowledge.  The girls sat in front of the fire place.  Several plush cushions and low easy chairs provided a quiet place to sit and read amongst the rows of literature.  Twilight took in a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the room.  It reminded her of her library home back in Ponyville and the connection helped her feel a bit better.  She tried to recall Celestia’s lessons on meditation:  a slow steady breathing technique; in through the nose, hold it for a moment, and out through the mouth.  She repeated the process a few times and her heart lowered to steady rhythm.  Yet she still felt a bit on edge.  