Omaru hesitated for a moment, not believing what he had just been told. Looking at Kali's steely gaze, however, he quickly surmised that she was quite serious. As quickly as h could without losing any dignity, he strode over to his Warhorse and released her from the chariot, leaving her arms bound for the time being. Removing a small brush from his cloak, he bid her to rise to her feet as he brushed her skin lightly to remove any dust that may have settled. The brushing was quick, and the rapid stimulation soon had Xeela's nipple standing out quite prominently. Taking her by her reigns, he trotted her out before Kali, taking her through a brief demonstration trot before bringing her to a halt a few feet away from the throne. Quietly, he removed her bit and released her arms.<br/><br/>Xeela stood rigid, nervous under the watchful eye of Kali. her cheeks were flush with a mixture of embarassment at having been displayed (she hated trotting for an audience) and a strange feeling she felt when Kali's eyes were upon her. Unsure of what to do, she stood unmoving before the throne, her eyes respectfully downcast.