"Idle?" Ildraniath laughed softly, "No. Hardly. I simply try again and again, when common sense tells me that I should expect no better result than the first. I meditate. I strengthen myself. I do not mind rote or practice, for you cannot excel unless you do. What irks me is that I lack the tools to perform my duty as well as I could."

She wiped a damp strand of hair out of her face. The rain didn't bother her, but it did tend to make a mess of her hair. "I still do what I can, but..."

Ildraniath frowned. How troublesome.

"It is, as I said, like being blind or being asked to perform your task after you have had both of your hands tied behind your back."