The crimson adorned beast silently moves within her Masters chambers as he sleeps upon the furs, an arm draped over his eyes, his hair slightly ruffled to give him a look of peace and innocence that make her heart ache. She watches him for a few minutes, mesmerised by the subtle rise and fall of his bare chest as each muscular curve seems to her to be perfect. She forces herself away, stopping only to pick up his disguarded robe as she spies his tarn whistle resting within the crimson folds. Her fingertips gently enclose around the leather band, seeing how fragile and frayed it had become as she casts her violet gaze once more to her Masters sleeping form before silently sneaking into the adjacent room and into her box of jewellry as she spies one of her broken necklaces, the beads scattered upon the velvet lined surface as she careful picks out a few of the expertly glazed pieces before drawing a new piece of thin leather from a pair of her Masters ripped trousers, his tarns latest attempt at defiance. She carefully smooths the leather tie within her fingertips, smoothing the slightly frayed edges as she carefully slips the pointed tip through a single bead, tying a knot either side so it does not slip before adding another a couple of inches further along. She does so till the entire band was adorned with the precious glass, only then drawing the tarn whistle from the near breaking necklace her Master had worn, before clipping the intricate piece of metal to the newly decorated bands centre. She admires her work, letting the crimson and sapphire beads gleam underneath the dull candle light before she ties the ends further down so they can be adjusted if her Master so desired. She was proud of her accomplishment, hoping her Master would be pleased with such a piece as she lets the newly made necklace rise to her sweet lips to kiss each individual bead as she pours her love and loyalty into each glass piece as they seem to shimmer all the brighter.