Genevieve/Juliette/Quenten/Divina
Quenten was passing out blankets when chaos broke out. She stood and fumbled for her communicator. "Public message from MP, mages guild council," it said in its odd mechanical voice. "Danger at the docks. Evacuate the area immediately."
Her immediate area seemed even more chaotic for a time as the message from her device reached everyone within earshot. She stood and hurried off to the side to wait for the crowd to thin, doing her breathing exercises automatically. I really need to get Libra, she thought, or a dog. Would anyone believe that she really was in the wrong place both times?
As soon as she sensed some relief in the press of bodies around her, she started unsteadily for the door. Then, she felt the press of a small hand against her elbow and heard a familiar voice.
"Juliette," Quen breathed, already feeling her anxiety drain away. As long as she had someone with her, she was confident she could get back to the tower safely. "Yes," she said gratefully. "Thank you." She allowed Juliette to lead her to the door, drawing a rod from the pocket in her robe. She wasn't supposed to have it—scholar rods were for use inside the tower only; but Quen didn't think anyone would miss it. The Mages Tower had so many. After the last attack, she'd taken to carrying it, just in case. After all, her magic wouldn't be nearly as strong without it.
And now, here was an opportunity. They were at the Docks, where something was going on. Even as they were escaping, they were bound to run into something, and surely no one could get mad at her for using her only weapon—magic—in self-defense.