[SE] stained glass windows in my mind

Got no plans and I've got no money
Gone are the days of milk and honey

Zavien's startled yelp brought a sly smile to Soh's face as she determinedly departed his company to secure their table. By the time he arrived to join her, two ice creams in hand, she had settled into her seat and pasted an innocent, innocuous smile onto her face. Sol's excitement over his whipped cream had her giggling, though, and she fell into a much less professional image by the time it was all said and done, taking her ice cream from Zavien with a word of thanks and a smile before leaning her elbow on the table, propping her head on one hand, and flicking her eyes out across the crowd.

"I wish it could just be ice cream with a friend," she complained softly, so that her voice might not carry across the people pressing in around them. "Just for once, that we could meet up without some crisis on our hands." Spooning some ice cream into her mouth, she studied Zavien for a moment. He looked much as she felt - only Soh could imagine that the pressure he was under was more significant than the burden she carried. After all, she was only the Ambassador. Zavien was their Commander. All these people depended on him - and from the furrowed brows and anxious glances tossed their way, it was clear that they were waiting for... something.

"What do we know about the tremors - if anything?"

Green eyes and a head of gold
I'll give you two dollars if you save my soul

Sohalia