A/N: Ok, so if you're a nerd like me, you might enjoy seeing the dance that Asha and Sol are replicating which you can find it in the external link.
I originally wanted them to dance the Flamenco, but upon further research I found out that group dances of the Flamenco weren't really a thing. It was traditionally performed by a single person and is kind of viewed like poetry through motion. More performative and expressive rather than something you'd do on a Saturday night. So, the Sevilliana it is! Of course, I did add some elements of the Flamenco (such as the snapping...I couldn't help myself). But with Asha's mixed heritage it kind of works. Being that the former is a mix of dances from Romani and Islamic influences that were prevalent in Spain before the end of the Reconquista. Anyway, if you're interested in learning more, I encourage you to look it up! It's really interesting stuff :)
Feel free to listen to any music you like during this part!
In my head cannon, the traditional Sevilliana music will fade out to be overcome by the last 30 seconds of the instrumental 'At All Costs' <3
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"Sol, come on now. I'm sorry."
The lid didn't open.
"Sol..?"
Not even a shuffle.
"You're being childish about all this!"
Nothing.
"I just don't understand how you granted my wish and didn't expect me to take advantage of it?"
Muffled objections emerged from the depths of the chest. It was in a language she couldn't understand, and its tone was less than honorable. She jumped up, her foot swung back and connected with the wooden side. In an instant she regretted it. Holding her slippered foot she hopped with the rhythm of her throbbing pain. She had to bite down on her knuckle to keep from screaming.
"Fine...fine," she croaked. Falling to her hands and knees she dragged out the assortment of bric-a-brac she'd cleared from the chest weeks before. Hoisting each heavy book with malice, she made sure their impact was thunderous. Finished with her fortifications she brushed her hands free of dust, "Stay in there then!"
He didn't give her the satisfaction of a response. Sticking her tongue out at the empty air, she went to bed angry.
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Asha stared down the trader while Valentino tried to eat the hem of her skirt.
"That's my price," he spat around an empty pipe.
"Two gold pieces? Are you out of your mind?"
"No, just out of money."
The girl thumped the bolt of fabric laid out on the counter. Dust exploded at her touch, "This is no better than parchment! How am I supposed to believe this is linen!"
"To be specific my lady, it was once silk. That is...until the rats got to it," spittle bubbled at the corners of his mouth.
Asha shuddered and whipped her hand on her skirt, "I can't afford that," her lips curled in disgust, "And neither would I want to."
The trader shrugged and removed the bolt from the table, placing it on the length of shelves behind him. It was the only occupant, "Quite an odd time to be developing taste."
"My mother deserves better material than rat droppings."
"Well talk to the king then," the man braced each hand on the counter, his pipe waggling between his teeth, "I hear his favor extends far."
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Of Stardust and Wishes (A Wish Rewrite)
Hayran Kurgu"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 con...
