The sky was just beginning to blush with the promise of dawn when Luna Vilka settled onto her balcony.
The air was cool, carrying the scent of dew-kissed leaves, and she breathed it in deeply, a sense of peace washing over her. She picked a small, rolled-up herb from, lit it, and inhaled the sweet, earthy smoke. A slow, contented sigh escaped her lips as she exhaled, watching the smoke unfurl into the pre-dawn light. Her bare feet, tucked beneath her in the plush armchair, twitched slightly in anticipation.
A soft whirring sound broke the quiet, and Vilka sat up, a warm smile gracing her face as Raula wheeled onto the balcony.
"Good morning," Vilka greeted, her voice a gentle murmur in the still air.
"Good morning. I'm so sorry for disturbing you this early, Luna Vilka." Raula's voice was soft, almost a whisper, as she moved her wheelchair closer for an embrace.
