Josephine's eyes drew instantly to Raoul. "You mean it? She is really mine?!" She looked as if she would start running around with overjoyed excitement. Such a beautiful horse, and she was all hers. She grinned at Saphyre, petting the mare's nose as Raoul saddled her up. Once the saddle had been adjusted, she moved to the side so Raoul could help her mount. Once on top of her lovely little horse, she glanced around. Everything seemed smaller now that it was below her. It was as grand a feeling as she had known in quite a long time.<span style="font-style: italic">"This is Onyx... I have thought of breeding these two many times...what do you think?"</span>Josephine studied the sturdy, spirited stallion,then smiled. "They would make quite a lovely pair. Probably end up with a stormy grey foal, or like its mother, or like its father. Do they get along well?"