((Hey guys! So this is my first thread for
circus shenanigans! Please PM if you wanna jump in! ^.^))
"Hello, hello, and welcome to the Cirque du Fantasma, a world within a world where you may escape from the hum-drum of your everyday life and into a fantasia of magic, romance, myth, and danger!"
Viserian Alamoch tipped his tall hat to the group of young woman that had crept cautiously closer to the edge of the carnival grounds. They'd been setting up for a few hours now, just a few minutes outside of this small village in the Serenian highlands, but so far only a few people had been interested or irritated enough to come see what all the commotion was about.
The girls squeaked and tittered amongst themselves, then hurried off. He wasn't worried, still smiling and calling out to anyone who happened to pass by while the tents and stalls went up behind him.
"Yes, that's right, step right up, step right up! Come one, come all, come experience the mystery and majesty!"
Carnival members hurried back and forth across the grounds behind him, calling out to each other, laughing, shouting insults and orders in equal measure, a few demanding to be given back certain props or costumes.
A pale young woman with sleek black hair leaned out over the front of her stall, a small tent that smelled strongly of incense set up behind her. She smiled mysteriously at anyone who bothered to glance in her direction.
"Speak through the Veil?" she offered in a low, throbbing voice. "Lost loved ones still wait, you know. Would you hear them speak again?"
On the other side of the grounds, a girl in loose breeches and blouse stretched and rolled her body over a threadbare tarp, then pulled back and took a running start to perform a flawless front handspring, somersaulting out of the landing as easily as though she'd simply tossed her hair.
She was alone, left to her own devices to warm up, though occasionally other members of the carnival would call encouragement to her.
Under the Big Top, a ghostly pale, almost painfully lanky elven man performed some stretches of his own, occasionally giving a grimace that revealed the odd split to his unhinged jaw. He was hidden from the light, but glimpses were still visible to those who may pass by outside the massive tent.