Anastasia smiled as he explained the name, "That is a suiting name for a steed," When the reached the seamstress, Anastasia slid off of her horse and, as she had the time before, tied him to a near by post to insure that he didn't run off. She grinned at the horse, "I don't trust you that much yet, Gale."

She gave a good scratch on the neck before she turned and walked into the seamstress with Samsul. Seeing the woman she smiled and gave her a small curtsy, "A pleasure to see you again... Samsul and I were just wanted to check if you need more time... or anything in fact," she whispered loudly, "I'm trying to put off my lessons."

She chuckled slightly and glanced at Samsul. She wasn't sure how she felt about her lessons yet. She loved the parts where Gerald made her read or taught her. However, the etiquette and posture and manners was all so boring. Of course, she'd put up with it, not many people got the chance to be schooled at all, she should be grateful. Even if that meant having to endure the boring parts as much as the fun parts.