"I want the blue ribbon."
The noble spoke; the stall keeper, who was about halfway done putting the white flower crown on his head, stopped mid-action. The stall keeper's smile faltered a little, but he didn't say anything, quickly exchanging the flower crown with a dark blue ribbon.
"Here you go, young man."
The noble young man was impressive but lacked manners; ignoring the man, he took the blue ribbon and started to walk out, not caring about anyone. Ellis, who was standing just behind the noble young man, almost bumped into him but was quick on his feet to avoid a collision; his eyes were fixed on the white flower crown he wanted. Buying it and winning it wasn't the same, and he liked archery more than any other sports.
