With the sleeves of her crimson jeogori tied up, Yeonhwa lightly steps down below the rope. The five-colored cloth in her high-tied hair flutters in the wind, and her white hapjukseon folding fan makes a sharp snapping sound. A voice mixed with laughter bursts out between the sound of water under Gwangtonggyo Bridge and the shouts of merchants.
Yeonhwa, who had been laughing, presses down on the rope's knot one more time. Her fingertips pause for a moment, but she soon folds her fan and tucks it into her waistband. There is plenty of space below the rope to practice matching the rhythm.