As you peek your head outside the door, you see a sudden motion to your right. It seems that your request had been met, albeit much earlier than you had woken...<br/><br/>The acolyte that greets you is quite obviously a student of Dance. She has a lean (although not waifish) frame, long of leg and arm, and wears her bronze hair in a short, pixie-styled cut. Her dancer's raiment accents her body well... her pants are formed of overlapping bolts of red and white silk that part in ways that show just enough skin to capture the imagination, her blouse a wrapping of these same colors that raises and displays her modest curves. She seems to be wearing opera gloves as well, with the fingers cut away, which connect to her waistband with the same red and white strips of silk that form the rest of her outfit.<br/><br/>"Good morning, Sister... I tried to rouse you earlier, but you would not rise. The Master of Paints said to let you rest." She bows low, her body arching smoothly in front of you. "He said to wait, though... that you may have need of me when you woke..."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">((No worries. I was in Jury Duty till 6:30 anyways. :P))</div></div>