summer stands with legs apart in the charred oasis of the Tahari. The desolation and destruction apparent as the veils of the five high castes ripple in the slight breeze. Her eyes of glitter green raise to reveal the crystalline tear drops streaming down creamy cheeks as she weeps for what was, but is no more.

summer pirouettes as the soft melody of a czehar begins to play in the distance. The anguish and turmoil revealed as her head flings back as a raw sound of emotion and anger emits forth from her throat. Tiny fists clench at her sides before she feels the driving passion of her heart burning once more.

summer lets her hips move in sensual figure eights as fingers draw across heated flesh. She reaches up touching the white veil that hides her mouth and rips it free to spiral downwards between slender fingers. The white of the Initiates only a symbol of the books as she feels the purity of her innocence when first coming to Gor begin to well inside.

summer folds down to her knees as the silken veils cling to supple curves. The light of the day falling in golden cascades to reflect from the coaled surface of black. Letting the veil fall free as she raises arms above her head moving in swirling patterns of anticipation and desire.

summer rocks upwards to form the arch of the Gorean bow, planting hands and feet firmly into the black dust. The promise of the new day begins to swell helplessly within her belly. Swaying back and forth in the soft breezes of the Tahari as golden bells chime about her ankles. She realizes that being kajira is to be at the feet of Men.

summer swirls downwards in a pool of colored veils before ripping the vibrant green of the Physicians free from her waist. The warmth of her belly coming to life as the time of repairing and fixing the chronic disease of misunderstanding is at hand. Letting pliant fingers roam over her flesh in circles as she traces the path of information from the first to the third knowledge.

summer ripples through the black dust in waves of yellow, scarlet, and blue before tossing golden curls to the side. The heartache of her body on fire once more as she longs for the ways of the old days. Rolling over to lie upon her back as slender hips raise in offering to the sun. Tiny fists beat into the dust as the haunting music of the czehar streams through the air.

summer shimmies upwards to kneel within the burnt oasis as the wind blows the desolation of the Tahari. Rising with fluid grace the dance of medicine and recuperation begins to take effect. Swirling in an arc of pirouettes as hands roam over hot slave flesh. The strain of the veils relishing in the breeze as she takes hold of the brilliant yellow veil representing the Builders.

summer loosens the yellow veil from across her breasts as she flings her head back casting it into the air as she screams "Ta-Sardar-Gor," then spirals around the pit of charcoaled ashes. Raising eyes to the Sardar as the promise of tomorrow comes forth. The building of the foundation beginning to light in the yellow rays of the sun. The stirring of new unknown feelings begin to burn within her belly.

summer raises high on her toes as rippling muscles move beneath silken flesh, left leg slowly rises upwards as the sweet song of slave bells mix with the melody of the czehar before spiraling downwards to rest upon her knees in the barren dust of the oasis. She rolls her head around as emerald eyes catch sight of the discarded yellow, green, and white veils against the bleak dust of desolation.

summer feels two lonely veils wrapped about her slender legs. The colors of scarlet and blue, representing the Warriors and the Scribes. She sways upon her knees as she rests within the black dust before rising with fluid motion to dance her passion in the light of the Tahari.

summer feels her heart begin to beat faster as she tears the blue veil of the Scribes from her body. The melody of the czehar begins its lilting harmony through the air as she moves like a mighty pen in the hand of a Scribe. His instrument to control and use to fight the illness in existence on this his Gorean homeland. She twists in an arc of pirouettes as her body teeters back and forth.

summer halts to relish the warm strength of natures sun as the vibrant blue veil flutters helplessly to the black ashes. Laying in invitation to come and learn the knowledge in which the Scribes record. She feels her small hands begin to roam over her body as she stands within the circle of veils.

summer begins to move her hips in slow circles to the ring of golden bells about her ankle. Ripping the final veil of scarlet from her leg. Twirls in place as it waves overhead like the victory banner of the long ago wars. The strength of the Warriors begin to rise from the ashes once more. She feels the silk glide over her skin as the renewal of her passion is reborn to live again.

summer falls to her knees in the circle of colors. The melody of slave bells and the czehar begin to fade away as she lowers her forehead to the ground. The veil of scarlet rests in its place before her crossed wrists. Knowing in her heart that Gor will never submit and Honor will ring forth once more from the black ashes of the oasis.