Welcome to Witchlight

Enter the Witchlight Carnival.
The players of our cast are a mottled bunch, a pair of twins (or is it a set?), attracted strangers, a lipless smile, and a permanent smile on a consistent frown. Each have lost, or are they lost? Only time will tell.
They met a cat with children that were not her own, a favor here was given.
A carnival stand to trap a flying fae, in which Petra was the victor (the better twin in this bout)
A race of snails (deceptively exciting) in which our strangers tied supreme (with bribes and flattery)
To raise their mettle further, the silent found his aid (a voice was lost, a hunt begins for kenku's thievery)
They met with ever smiling, willing Pipis was not
But through harsh words (and failed force) they dragged him into the search
A date was started surely (the strangers started slow)
Cemented by this fury of catching quick arrow
It impressed the big top firmly (judging by applause)
They split the party after (not recommended, no)
For finding fancy food work, and to act on bribes promised
The smiles and the copies, they found contests anew
As the strangers went together, treating snails (just two)
Alya filled her stomach (her twin bested, this time)
With 20 pies disappearing down each esophagi
Rob met a mysterious player (with whom he harmonized)
He parroted the info when the party met again (not unusual at all for him)
They moved to see a mermaid, the mime who's heart was hers
The heckling was ended, but whom it was we can't be sure