Nai’a heard murmurs on the streets of an orphanage in Zeltiva needing healers, as a case of the pocks had broken out. Nai’a of course jumped on the opportunity she heard through the grape vine, her healing instincts kicking in over drive, especially when it came to sick children. She came to the Farson Home as a volunteer, dedicating her time away from the Infirmary to help the little souls, not only healing them but she also hoped to care for them how ever she could. Nai’a had a soft spot when it came to children, for they were so full of innocence, hopes, and dreams. So unlike the adults in the world, and a breath of fresh air as well.
Nai’a walked briskly in the chilled weather, looking up at the magnificent building. It sat equidistant between the sea and city limits, she would bet that one could see the harbor from the top floor windows. The walls of grey granite and wrought iron bars provided the perfect protection of the little ones that laid inside the glorious building, although the building looked to be damaged, it still held its sheen of glory and sanctuary. Nai’a walked to the slightly intimidating gates, and looked through the bars, seeing small children running around laughing and playing in the snow. Nai'a could not suppress the small giggle that escaped her throat, when a small female hit a larger male child in the face with a snow ball. She could imagine that the little girl was swelling up with pride at such a feat. Nai'a could remember her brief child hood, and could not help be feel a slight twinge of jealousy at the children. How she wished she could of had such a child hood, if only there was such a place where she lived. Nai'a supposed her childhood in slavery is what drove her passion for wanting to help children, heal them of what ever sickness plagued them, and just being there as a dependent adult.
Nai'a stood there at the gate, a bright smile radiating her face, as she watched the children play, soft chuckles leaving her throat at their actions as well as their reactions.