It's the Pinning Ceremony for the winners of this year's Grand Exemplary Competition this morning, and the real Csille is still on her way to the venue.
The lodging house she rented is in the opposite direction of the venue for the Pinning ceremony.
Csille groan. "Can you make this faster? I will be late for the pinning ceremony now." She grumbles at the poor coachman, who is doing the best he can to make his horse run as fast as it can.
If I could only roll my eyes at the reall Csille, I would probably do it. She got the guts to be mad at the coachman because she is late where in fact, if not because she overslept, she won't be late today.
