The Alicorn doesn't notice you at first. She's got her muzzle buried in a book, as usual.

"This is so vague," she mutters to herself. "'Ring a tiny bell three times before the incantation.' How tiny exactly? Oh!" She looks up at you, finally seeing you there. "Sorry, I was trying to figure out why I couldn't get my Scrying Mirror to see into the Feywild. What brings you here? Are you forming a party?"