- alice was quite intrigued so far until felicity, aka, miss kingsley,
happened to mention something about a performer... dying?
the young girl flinched with a soft gasp the moment she heard
miss kingsley say this--hugging her teddy tighter to her chest. as felicity rambled on about the peculiar yet low-key scary oddities
of this circus, alice didn't feel any better with any word that she said... especially upon peeping in fright when miss kingsley made
an attempt to be scary, since alice was so easily-scared and all.
"... none of the circuses i read or heard of had anything like that of the sort," she said in a small and timid voice in response to
miss kingsley's last comment. people dying and coming back to life the next day?... that sounded like necromancy to alice.
- setting her umbrella aside for a moment, wendy grabbed two
pieces of wood with half-circle notches and a metal rod; about
to set them up in a clear area backstage when she noticed amy.
"ah. miller," she said in her usual tone as she set the two wood pieces on the ground. "to be frank, i've seen more 'weirder' days
than this one... and more fatal injuries compared to what iki seemed to have just gone through."
it was a habit of hers to refer to most people by their last name. the only two reasons why she'd use someone's first-name to
address them was out of affection or distaste--and it was usually hard to tell the difference between those two with her.
setting the rod across the wood blocks and fitting it into the notches, wendy immediately grabbed her umbrella and hopped
onto one of the blocks. opening the umbrella, she slowly and carefully walked forward until she was standing on the center of the
rod--and slowly began turning like a ballerina, holding her umbrella high in the air with her free-hand poised elegantly on the side.