Tapping the stylus onto the hard wood table, the incessant noise was a tool to ensure that Lykeira was concentrating on the task at hand, instead of worrying about outside influences. The boiling cauldron before her emanated the heat that it required to mix the ingredients for this potion. She had to get this right as her mother sitting behind her with the stylus was obviously growing bored. The loud sigh repeated that fear in the young acolyte. "How long does this take," Anneliese queried impatiently. "The other girls are getting this in half the time. What's your problem?"Family