Anastasia looked up at the winner of their little race when he came back around toward her. She smiled as he explained that there were larger fields just outside the city, further than they were. She nodded her head, "I think that's what I'm going to miss the most... The feeling of safety.... and big open fields."

She swung her leg over the horse and climbed down. She walked a little ways from the horse before she crouched down and plucked a flower from the ground. She rose it to her nose and smelled it. This flower wasn't like those in the garden, it wasn't planted and it wasn't particularly beautiful but she liked it. It was wild, it grew where it wanted to, she felt like she kind of identified with it, which was beyond strange. She showed the pink Daylily to Samsul, "I kind of feel like this Daylily... It's an invasive wildflower in these parts... It's pretty but not in comparison to the flowers planted in the castle garden," She straightened in twirled it in her fingers, "It's not supposed to be here... But it is because one person wanted it to be... Now everyone else kind of just has to deal with it... Until one day there are only daylilies left... All because of that one that couldn't become a rose like everyone else wanted," She shook her head slightly and plucked another from the ground, "I guess... I'm just over reacting though..." She bit her lip, "You think my mother will like these? Mama always loved when I brought flowers home...."