Saphyre seemed to follow on her own accord, not wanting to be left behind. Josephine held onto the reins, but found they were doing her no good to keep her still and leaned forward a bit, clutching the mare's mane carefully. When they arrived at the glade, Josephine and her horse were a few steps behind, but soon caught up as well. The queen sat up, smiling down at Raoul and shifting off of the saddle. She slipped off a bit too suddenly, falling and stumbling with a squeak. They both ended up in the grass, Josephine on top, and Raoul beneath her. The young lady blushed, but laughed playfully. "Well it looks like I'm on top this time. By some chance." She grinned down at Raoul, not bothering to sit up just yet.