The rest of the day went without a hitch. Nivalia was finishing filling out the last of her forms, closing the last envelope addressed to another recipient across the nation. She knew things wouldn't end with just rumors and the occasional threat. Someone would go after her, her business, her very right as an Equestrian citizen. The changeling stamps another envelope. She was going to be ready, to protect herself, The Herbiary, and her friends. She's come too far, sacrificed too much to have a single incident ruin it all. To hay with that. Nivalia takes a gulp of water and sighs; the day was done, and now she could relax. Her hoof presses on the communication channel, "Tinder, can you come to the office please?"