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Practicing with her tools was an exercise in frustration. They were not, after all, hers. But she had to practice with them until they felt almost as good as hers, and what better way to do that than to use them. So she did.

Back home, now, she had many things she needed to do. Weapons to craft, items to sell. She decided to focus on the simpler ones first, so that the larger projects would not suffer from her inexperience with the tools.

Right now, it was a bracelet, a simple thing of wood and inlaid crystal that she hoped to gift to a well-behaved child she knew. Their mother had died in the war, and the child deserved something nice for managing so well.

But her tools gouged too deep, the crystals would not carve to her satisfaction, nothing felt like it worked. She felt that she'd had to improvise too much, and was extremely dissatisfied with what she had wrought.

In the end, though, it wasn't a bad bracelet overall. It was pretty, and durable, and simple. It could withstand water damage, and it was sized just right to the child's wrist, with room for their inevitable growth. The crystals stayed where they were supposed to be, and were cut in the way that Dyakida knew would make them sparkle and shine pleasingly in the light. The child was happy to have it, even giving Dyakida a hug in exchange. She began to wear it everywhere, to everything, as her favorite thing... or so Dyakida heard.

But it was not perfect. It was not, Dyakida felt, the best she could do. These stupid tools would require more work to be suitable for her use.

But she would get there. She had to get there. There was, after all, so much to do...