It was her third time at the fertility clinic, and honestly, though she it was difficult for her to show it, Nebula was beginning to get a bit stressed out by the fact that the treatments didn’t seem to be working. It was very frustrating, something that she desired so deeply…the fact that she considered herself to be a gifted doll, at least where knowledge was concerned, and she was very unhappy with the fact that Magic wasn’t ever something she could really figure out, having no access to it, it was something that had always eluded her comprehension. But, for now she was here again, sitting in the waiting room, wondering just how badly this session was going to go. She had already decided that if it didn’t work today, that would be it. There were other, less frustrating ways become a parent, and if she had to raise a child that was not of her own genetics, so be it. It would not change how she felt about them, not at all.

Pompeii was doing her first shift at the clinic, and was justifiably nervous about it. She knew she wanted to be able to help those who didn’t have the ability to imbue stones with their own magic…but actually being able to assist them was the real issue here, and it was proof enough with the Doll that was in again today. This was her third time at the clinic, and so far nobody had been successful with transferring the needed magic. If more experienced batteries hadn’t been able to help her, then honestly, what made Pompeii think that she would be able to. But…she had to at least try.

The Fey walked into the waiting room and donned what she hoped was a welcoming smile, seeing the doll sitting there, looking rather worried. “Hey there! Do you want to come on back? I’m Pompeii, I’ll be the one trying to help you out today! It’s very nice to meet you.”

Nebula looked up and nodded silently, standing and walking over to the Fey. “Yes, I’m Nebula. Thank you.” She looked pleasant enough, but that really didn’t matter. How she looked didn’t matter, it was if she could do the transfer of magic that mattered…there was no need for pleasantries, Nebula just wanted…wanted someone to care for. Hopefully this Pompeii could assist with that.

When Pompeii led the doll into the room, she softly closed the door an extended her hand. This could be done without touching, she knew…and she had read something about an item being used? But…this was something that was…almost intimate. Sharing magic was something that Pompeii thought was quite intimate indeed, so in her mind…touching was crucial.

When the hand was reached out towards her, Nebula blinked and frowned slightly. The last two volunteers at the clinic hadn’t offered their hands, they had simply told her to sit and began to try to transfer the magic…and nothing had happened. But…perhaps…

Nebula extended her hand and placed the palm in Pompeii’s, her eyes still narrowed in a mixture of confusion and apprehension. She did not expect this to work, perhaps she was just truly someone who was not allowed to have magic. It seemed fitting, in all honesty. But…but then.

Something was happening. As she kept her hand in the Fey’s, a warmth began spreading though her, and she felt strange. Dizzy. “Oh.”

It was working. Pompeii could have jumped for joy, had she not been so focused on giving the excess magic she possessed to this rather sad looking doll. She knew it was working, it felt just as they had told her it would during training. She was feeling cold and beginning to feel tired, picturing the magic flowing from her and into Nebula. When the process was finally over, Pompeii’s hand dropped and she drooped, her wings hanging limply at her sides and her antenna flopping over rather comically. “Well. That should be it then…we did it, Nebula. We did it.”

Nebula was quiet for a long moment, and then slowly got to her feet, raising the hand which had been held by Pompeii and raised it to her head. “…So you did.” She couldn’t understand the point of saying that they had done it. She had done nothing, it had all been this Fey. This Pompeii who had done it all…and she was grateful. Very, very grateful. Nodding, the doll made her way to the door and hesitated for a moment. “…Thank you.”

Pompeii nodded. “I want to meet them, when you get them. Your children, I mean. If that’s okay to ask! I want to meet them and see how sweet they are…if you’re okay with it.”

Frowning at the request, Nebula finally nodded again. “All right. That sounds fine. Thank you.” She left then, unable or unwilling to have to make any more promises. She felt strange…but she felt as though she would be able to try to imbue a stone now. To get a family…now she only needed someone else to imbue the stone with her. What an adventure this was turning out to be, and she was actually enjoying it quite a bit.