Chapter One: Prologue
Right after the World Tour concert, the Funk Trolls gave Poppy and the other leaders updated maps of the Trolls world.
Prince D wasn't kidding when he said that Poppy's map was outdated; the world was enormous. And there were so many different genres and sub genres of music: Gospel, Samba, Flamenco, Celtic,…Raqs Sharqi?
"What's 'racks shar kwee?'" Poppy asked, pointing to an area on the map.
Queen Essence chuckled. "It's pronounced 'rocks sharky.' They're a sub-genre of Belly Dance."
"And Belly Dance Trolls are not the type to be messed with," Prince D interjected. "They use things like fire, snakes, and swords for dance props."
"Did you just say snakes?" Branch asked.
"That doesn't sound safe," Trollex said. He and his people knew enough about sea snakes to stay away from them.
"It's actually very safe," Essence replied, "The snakes they use for dance are non-venomous and live primarily on insects and small rodents."
Delta Dawn hummed. "You seem to know quite a bit about these Belly Dance Trolls."
Essence smiled. "Belly Dance Trolls don't respond well to aggression, but they are always willing to give dance lessons to foreigners."
"Really?" Wani asked.
"Uh huh. But before you sign up, you should know that it's a…sensuous dance." Quincy smirked wickedly. "Essence took lessons from the Tribal Fusion Trolls; she gave me a private recital the night our boys were conceived."
"Oh, my!" Trollzart murmured, blushing to the tips of his ears.
"Gross! I did not need to know that!" Barb exclaimed.
Poppy was silent as the other Trolls continued to react to Quincy's innuendo. As she processed what she learned about Belly Dance Trolls, she found herself studying her boyfriend, Branch.
Hmm, she smiled to herself as an idea began forming in her head…