[SE] stained glass windows in my mind

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

Soh didn't miss the sudden flash of grief, and she reached out suddenly to place a hand on Zavien's arm. She felt suddenly guilty because at the end of the day, she had placed the burden of Stormbreak on him, and that was before the death of his girlfriend. It was a wonder he'd yet to crack under the pressure. "Well, you know what? I think we should make that a priority soon," she said with a soft smile. "If it wasn't so hot, I'd say we could go hang out in the Eye of the Storm, but hot springs don't sound particularly appealing right now." And she knew better than to suggest an impromptu vacation at a time like this. "What kinds of things do you like to do for fun?" Maybe that could give her some ideas.

Zavien tasted his ice cream, his face puckering at what must be a sour flavor. Soh met his smile with one of her own - not judgmental, nor laughing at him, but simply accepting the situation for what it was: a much-needed bit of levity before an otherwise difficult conversation. "Ooooo, lemon! That would have been a good choice today." She took another bite of her own ice cream, humming with contentment for a brief moment. "Maybe we should make this a weekly thing," she suggested. "But with like, no work-related talk allowed."

Her thoughtful tone shifted quickly, however, as they reached the topic of the tremors. Soh made a face at the lack of information. She wished that she could offer something more than yeah, I don't know, either. "That's a good idea," she said of Safrin. "She likes you; with any luck she'll answer, and we can put a stop to it." She paused. "Aside from talking with the gods, I was thinking about visiting some of the libraries around Caido to see if there are any records of something similar happening in the past - and what, if anything, they were able to do to stop it."

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

Sohalia