Licenses and permits. Forms and paperwork. These were never Cassandra's favourite part of running the Stables. But, they were the important parts that kept the Stables running.
When the world seemed to explode that afternoon and people started dying around her, forms and permits seemed like the better option.
What had started as a fairly boring routine was suddenly a mass of fear and confusion. Cassandra was being pushed from all sides, herded along with the crowd as bits of the building fell around them hexes shot through the crowds seemingly to her at random. Twice she fell to her knees, only to barely find room to stand again before she was trampled. Over the tops of other people's heads, she could just see the fireplaces that would let her get out.
But, before she reached it, she was knocked off her feet by something furry. Then another burst of destructive magic, followed by Dylan's sudden appearance. "Dylan? Wha-?"
She didn't argue when he pulled her up and propelled her in a different direction. She wasn't trained for this. He was. Running in the direction he indicated seemed prudent enough to her.