Sometimes, just sometimes, she almost forgot who she was, what
she was. Or, more precisely, she forgot who he
was. When he snapped at her, though, it snapped her back into reality, rather than the place that was shiny and filled with beautiful costumes and sculptures. She lowered her eyes and spoke in a quiet tone "Yes, Master. I will do my best"
, and she turned her attention to what she should be doing, rather than flirting with him and trying to make him forget about where he was. That was not her job and she should get on with doing what her job was, namely to be the slave who made the costumes and did what she was instructed to do.
He had, of course, no need to worry about her doing what she was bid to do and she watched him carefully as he drew a leaf and then handed it to her. She bowed her head in thanks and then turned her attention to the task, doing her best to make sure that the leaves were the best that they could be. Using the material that she had, she used a deep green thread to stitch them, giving them a depth which worked well with the lighter colour of the material and the parchment, giving definition and adding to the leaf-like texture. Once she had stitched one, she went back over it with the very sharp scissors and considered it. Yes, she decided, it was acceptable. Glancing up, she saw that Tristan was working on the sculpture and so, rather than disturb him, she lowered her head back to her work.
This was going to take some time, she thought and she knelt on the floor in a comfortable and familiar position and set about making as many of the leaves as she could with the materials she had. She had no problem with repetitious tasks although, by the time she had made even ten of them her arms were aching from being held in the same position and from the repetition of movement. She did not mind that and it was mild in comparison to what she had experienced before, so Faith simply put to one side the physical discomfort and focused her mind, and body, to get the job done.
The only thing which distracted her was the abstract questioning of just how many leaves a tree had and how many Master wished her to make? Still, she would keep going until he told her to stop or she ran out of materials.