Chapter 7 - To Wish on A Star

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A/N: Ok, I am no expert on the Latin language, so everything Sol says is cobbled together with the help of Google. I apologize for any incorrect phrasing up front. If anyone is proficient in this language, I will gladly correct any errors in his speech.

Thank you for taking the time to read my little story!


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"Salvē!" The golden specter repeated.

She was in shock. That had to be it. All that tossing around in the water must have shaken her insides around enough to make her see things. She blinked a few times, but he was still there, looking even more confused than her.

"Quid...agis?"

She rubbed her eyes. Surely her grandfather had been exaggerating, there was no way that the stars looked like-

The glowing face of the boy filled her vision, "Valēsne?"

She screamed, ripping off her shoe and lobbing it at the intruder. He yelped and ducked out of sight. His hair was still visible over the edge of the boat. Asha pulled off her other shoe and held it aloft as she jumped to her feet. She placed one foot on the seat and stretched her neck as far as it would go, "What are you?"

Her other shoe popped into view, caught in the hands of the specter, "Ah Castilian...got it!" the rest of him then rose up, cautious of the next artillery barrage, "That's a newer language. I'm a bit rusty with that one. Are you sure you don't speak Latin?" he punctuated his sentence by jabbing the shoe at her.

Asha tensed; the twin slipper rose higher.

He placed his free hand in his pocket, "I guess not," he balanced on the tip of the bow. He bent down, almost as if in reverence, matching the girl's eye level, "But you speak it in a Catalan accent. How fascinating...where do you hail from?"

The girl kept her silence.

"Ah," the stranger's face fell, "I see you're not much of a talker."

"What are you?"

The boy's posture jumped to correct itself, "Who is a better question! The name's Sol!" the hand he stretched out in greeting was the one holding the slipper, "Oh, ah! I guess you'll be wanting this, huh?" He continued to hold it out to her, but he might as well have been offering her a cobra. The girl's eyebrows knit together, but she said nothing. The boy whistled, in the silence, his gaze never settling. It darted to the boat, the sea, the sky, the shoe, the girl, then back to the sky again. After recognizing her continued unease, he sighed and sat down in the seat across from her.

That was too much for Asha take. With another scream she threw the matching slipper at him. The boy caught it before it could hit its mark, "Is this a custom of yours?"

Finding herself disarmed, the girl's fists clenched then relaxed, then repeated. She shifted, uneasy on her feet, as her brain came around to the fact that this spectral intruder had yet to do her harm. During her slow realization, Sol shrugged and placed both slippers in the belly of the boat, "Well..." he prompted, "You know my name, how about yours?"

"Asha."

"Asha, A-sha," the boy twirled the name around his mouth, "Kinda pretty...I thought you wanted to make a wish, Asha?"

She froze in her nervous sway. Staring down at her celestial guest as he proceeded to get comfortable and brace both elbows on either side of the vessel, "Y-You're really a star?"

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