Christine's eyes widen as the horse begins to move. It's somehow much different than riding in a carriage. With each leg moving forward, she can feel the horse's muscles move, and she lifts and dips slightly along with it. She feels like at any moment the jostling will cause her to slide right off and all she can do is grip tight to the reins and hope that won't happen.

She's even afraid to speak, in case it spooks the horse. She probably looks a sight, eyes wide as saucers and gripping the reins up near her chest.