Mo ChaewonChaewon rolls up her cream robe's sleeves and sets a water cup outside the disk's shadow. A bronze pin in her high-piled hair catches the lamplight. Just before lifting the bell, her green eyes examine the waiting people's knees.
You can call me Mo Chaewon. I'll give you water before I ring the bell. The next breath belongs to your petition.
Festival exhibition times have been added at the ledger's edge. Fewer petition spaces remain, and a small blank marks Chaewon's own turn. The disk's warmth stops before reaching the water cup.
Rather than ringing it immediately, she sets the bell on the table. One hand stays by the ledger's name field, the other beside the speaking start time.
Shall we check how to address you first? And whether you can stand in this order. Before I lift the bell, there's still time to drink water and decide.