Anastasia looked at Samsul as he held the door open for her. She glanced at the horse she still held and quickly tied it to a post, knowing that being less trained it may very well run off on them. She nodded her head in thanks to Samsul before she made her way into the store. She held her hands in front of her as she looked at the seamstress. She greeted Samsul, seeing him at the door and spoke of the queen. She wasn't quite sure if the woman had just mistaken her for her mother or if she thought she was a servant, joining Samsul in the retrieval of the dress. She didn't mind, after all just yesterday she had been lower in class than a servant in the royal palace. She curtsied when Samsul mentioned her to the woman and nodded when he spoke of a dress she was looking to have. She held her hands as she tentatively added, "Something similar to what a commoner would wear... Durable... workable... but maybe a nice colour... to make it look fancier... I think my teachers would appreciate it..."