A hand knocks softly on the door, and a tanned elven woman comes inside.  Platinum blond hair contrasts with sparkling lilac eyes.  Her sleek body is dressed somewhat conservatively, with a colorful sarong under full robes.  Her hair drapes wildly, curls hanging and flowing with her movement.  On her feet were tiny little belled sandals.<br/><br/>Sholol Mas raises her eyebrows slightly at the sight of the boot wearing apprentice, looking her over well.  “Hello there, dear.  I’ve come to check up and make sure you did not injure yourself.”  She says with a gentle smile. “It seems as if there was no damage, hmm?”<br/>