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Night Without Stars (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

She nodded, "I even sent a letter to the Temple of Mara as well as Dibella to see if they could help. Though I would more sooner hear word from Boethia than either Divine." She said with a smile.
 
She made him dinner but didn't eat very much herself, lost in thought over her mixes. She doubted very highly that either temple would give her anything useful, and "praying" seemed childish. She would have to wait and see.
 
He made a noise, a bit concerned with her lack of eating, but he made sure to remind her to eat some more. The days began crawling by, and he rarely saw her much anymore, she was so lost in her work.
 
She was determined. He wanted a child as badly as she did, she wanted it to work. She wanted to give him what he wanted. But it was so hard. Either nothing worked or it turned into a poison there in the mortar, and she was ready to pull her hair out. As she gathered, the temples provided her with not much; "open your heart to Mara and She will guide you" or "offer your body to Dibella and She will grant you what you seek". She sat in her alchemy room, head in her arms on the table as she wallowed for a time; it was starting to look bleak.
 
Finally, there was something. Private correspondence from one alchemist, another letter from a priest of Mara, not much, but there were leads.
 
"Hist tree sap...?" She muttered, "Wh...but that's poisonous..." She continued to read, the alchemist explaining how the Black Marsh Saxhleel consumed the sap when it was time to mate. She shook her head, almost too scared to try it. She looked over the letter from the Mara priest and he wrote how he made a potion for an infertile couple to conceive, and he shared the recipe in hopes it would help her in her task. She frowned heavily. Was she really willing to risk her health for this? How would she even get sap from a Hist? It was sacred to the Argonians, and while Hulara was not as traditional as most of his kind, she felt like offering it to him would be disrespectful. She was wallowing again, shaking her head as she hid her face in her hands.
"Mephala, what do I do...?" She muttered sadly.
 
She exhaled, it was only lethal in large doses, and she didn't need a lot. Either way, Hulara had to know. They needed to get some sap. She stood and moved to find him.
 
She nodded, "If the calculations are correct...I would just be a little ill for a couple days while the sap works through.."
 
"I just need a way to get some.." She said, "I know it's incredibly sacred to you and your people, so I don't wish to impose or be disrespectful...I would try and mimic it if I even had some basis to go off of.."
 
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