Waltz of Anomalies

"Though the offender simply forgets, the wounded does not. And it stays embalmed into their minds, building up with dark, stagnant water", she doesn't look back at him, but he can easily tell that she was smiling. A sinister smile; he wishes his friends were right and he simply could not read people properly.

The Noel Reaglo is not your average travelling circus troupe. Each member holds a deep secret. Pain. Suffering. Misery. They've been through such and more much. They continue to meddle with the affairs of authority and of peasantry. They continue to further spread their taint.

For them, there are no consequences to fear. Not even Death nor things beyond It.

"It's so pitiful, how people continue to seek happiness", the younger twin laughs haughtily, looking at the young boy contemptuously. His eyes were laced with a simple word that could be used to describe the twins - insanity.

"As if dancing a waltz riddled with nothing more but anomalies", the older one continues, hiding her mouth behind a sleeved arm as she attempts to stifle her shrill laughter. She looks at both the boy and his younger sister. Feral, that was how the look she gave them could easily be described.