Meliai wore a white silken gown, and her feet were bare against the concrete. She jumped every time a car honked or drove too close to the bit of sidewalk she occupied. She'd found a window planter nearby, and dipped her fingers in the dirt, coaxing the basil leaves to grow up and wrap around her hand. It was soothing.
She flinched, started by the tap on her shoulder. She managed a smile when she saw who it was, though. "Prince Luc," she said, dipping her head in greeting. She disentangled herself from the basil, helping the plant settle back where she'd found it. "Hi."