[PQ] It takes a council to raise a city

There is love inside this madness
We are walking on the moon

Something about being relieved of the burden of leadership had been freeing to Sohalia, who arrived in her Zavien's office with a smile that was brighter than any she'd offered in a long time. She wore an oversized beige sweater that hung to mid-thigh over dark leggings, and her hair was tied up in a high ponytail that left her blonde waves to cascade down her back. She looked cozy, comfortable, and well-rested - a far cry from the frazzled young woman who had spoken with Zavien recently about her leadership woes. And while she wasn't quite sure where she was going to fit into this new world order, she was willing to do whatever she could to help.

She settled herself into an open seat, a mug of warm tea in her hands, and listened as Zavien outlined why they were here. After he looked to them for input, Soh glanced at Lena to make sure she wasn't going to talk over her friend before jumping in. "I always liked the organization and administrative side of leadership," she said, twisting the mug of tea in her hands. "And liaising with the other regions." With the former, it gave her a chance to stay behind the scenes and out of the way; the latter played to her love of travel. "But I'm willing to do anything that you need."

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Soh says she liked administrative stuff and ambassador-related things.

Though I don't believe in magic
I believe in me and you

Sohalia