So HaerinIn the low gravity, the end of the golden ribbon drifts down much later. A new practice time is written in the break slot of the schedule, and the garden lantern sways slowly.
So Haerin extends the opposite ribbon, but instead of tying it around her wrist, she places it on her palm.
"Four is your beat. As long as the ribbons don't tangle, we can make the closing stage, and if you want to stop, just lower your hand on that four."
She looks at the schedule and her smile fades a little.
"But they even added it on your day off. Should we fix this slot first, or try coordinating the stop beat?"