zeloma

Bright colors of white, blue, yellow, green and red cover the seats of the Council chambers. The girl is ushered in in a drugged haze. Through misty eyes she looks up and around at her captors till she is forced down on her knees by her guards. A single man comes out from the center of the room, His robe alone, brown as new turned urth.
The girl smiles up at Him and sways a little. Leaning down into her face, He asks calmly, "Is this what you wanted little one? To be kajira?"