[Joyau delaLune]

Joyau took the faes' outstretched hand as she led her into the Thaum's office. Joyau was drawn into the serenity and reverence of the aura of the mystical fae. She almost started crying, in fact, tears began to flood her moss green eyes. She realized how much the secular world had drained her, taking from her serenity and peace. She had gotten so caught up in the energy of the different races she had been amongst she had forgotten how to pray and meditate. She was ashamed of herself, but she understood now that without the auras of the older faes in her village, she was only a spiritual novice. When she was around spiritual beings, their spirtuality rubbed off, but outside of her village there was not the companionship of like minds and spirits. No wonder the elders of her village so vehemently opposed her going into the world. They were wise enough to know that a young fae of only 150 years would not be mature enough to protect herself from spiritual dryness.

After reaching her destination she very politely thanked the fae, then looked up at Thaum Deveries.

Smiling as best as she could under the circumstances, she addressed him, "My name is Joyau delaLune and I am here for my internship at De'Gaulle hospital. Have you received my resume? As you know, I am only a novice healer and herbalist, but I need to begin to learn to treat battle wounds.