Anastasia looked up at Samsul when he said that he would find time for himself, which brought a smile to her face. She had been worried that he wasn't going to listen, the way he reacted it seemed like he had just ignored it in a sense. She nodded, "Good... But... um... Make sure it's for yourself and not just because I said you should."

She noticed an empty street leading to a couple of open gates showing a field that lay outside the city. She beamed and looked at Samsul, "Race you!" She kicked her horse and leaned forward, closer to the mane. She laughed as she raced ahead, hoping the head start would help her horse beat the vastly larger and faster horse behind them. They weren't going anywhere in particular and the race was more of a joke but she kept a smile on her face. When her stallion stood part way through the field, she smiled and looked to Samsul, "I love the smell of fields.... Even if it isn't much of one..."