walking through the flower field, you find a boy of your age 13 on the hill. His blue charming eyes were directed at the sun, the rays of which tickled his cheeks. The boy stood motionless and seemed to freeze, admiring the sun, his little ponytail tied with a red ribbon swayed in the wind. His clothes said about him that he was the son of a noblewoman. You became interested in him and decided to get closer to him and he noticed you, hearing a rustle from behind, he looked at you curiously