Anastasia glanced over her shoulder to see Samsul chasing after. She didn't know why she always challenge him to physical forms of competition. There was no way she would win against him, or his horse. Before were fitter and far larger than her and Gale. But she did. She guess she kind of like losing against him. People in the castle did whatever she asked and she felt if she asked them to race, they'd let her win. It was nice to know that Samsul's own competitiveness out weighed her own superiority, to allow him to let her win. 

She glanced over her shoulder and saw him gaining still and started to run a more confusing path, trying to keep him off of her and the game going a little longer. As once he tagged her, all hope was lost.