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(applause)
MATT: "Ladies and gentlemen of Trostenwald, I am
Carnival Master Gustav Fletching, and allow me to
"welcome you to the Fletching and Moondrop’s
Traveling Carnival of Curiosities.”
(applause)
MATT: “I ask you, each and every one of you–” You
hear some children giggle as he makes eye contact.
“–grant us your imaginations this eve but a
trifle bit of time, and allow us to reveal a realm
"of laughter, mystery, danger, and beauty. I see
you’ve already met Desmond.” And he gestures
towards the man in all blue who’s playing the
fiddle. “He’ll be part of our story tonight, so
"keep a wily eye for the shifting fool. But first,
I tell you a tale of two sisters of the Fey.” And
as Desmond slowly leaves the tent, you see two
armored guards by where he is now have entered,
two of the Crown’s Guard are stepping by the
entrance where he walked in, watch him pass. “Lost
"without form into the mazes of the underworld.
There, where the body would break, they found a
"teacher in a mystical serpent, and the gift they
received was the ability to bend with this maze
"that captured them and slither their way back to
the surface to reclaim their place in the world.
"May I present to you Mona and Yuli, the Knot
Sisters.” As he slowly backs through the
performers’ entrance, the two halfling dancers you
saw earlier, in the full bodysuits, emerge from
behind the Carnival Master as he discreetly exits.
They sport serpentine makeup, scales affixed to
the sides of their face and arms. Approaching the
central spire, the pole that holds the tent up,
one immediately leaps onto the shoulders of the
other, bending her back a near-impossible amount,
creating this humanoid sculpture that you see the
front row cringe at the idea of the pain that
would cause an average individual. But these
halflings are very nimble and able to create
almost a single form out of two bodies. Their
rigid form becomes fluid to the eye as they move
and shift to the music, the violin now sourceless
once again, not seeing where this Desmond is
placed, but they seem to move as it picks up
speed.
LAURA: (whispers) It’s like the serpent we fought,
you guys!
SAM: I was expecting more Ringling Brothers,
actually.
(laughter)
MATT: Suddenly, the top one folds over and slams
into the ground, tumbling across the center in a
wild display of physical control. The two of them
begin to tangle and wrap like two battling snakes,
their bodies seemingly disconnecting from the
rigid halfling forms you had seen, and you swear,
for a moment, becoming serpentine-like as they
intertwine around the base of this pole. It’s
beautiful and violent at the same time. It’s
off-putting. And watch as they curl around the
base of this pole, the lights above begin to
become a dull greenish-blue, and get darker and
darker, presenting this imagery of the underworld.
One by one, they silently tell a tale of struggle,