Isn't this too flashy? The ribbon I picked out with my mom flutters in the breeze. I feel at ease, untouched by despair. "Yeah, a Magical Girl is still just a girl after all."
”Do you think it's a little too flashy?"
The ribbon I had chosen with help from my mother swayed in the gentle breeze as though it was being tickled. It was a calm moment without a trace of despair.
"You may be right. A magical girl is still just one solitary girl, after all."