Love's Whimsical Echo

Previously

…As he turned to leave, Mayor Grumbleson paused. He looked back at the shimmering disco ball cake, then at the receding figures of his townsfolk. A faint, almost imperceptible, hum of music seemed to echo in the air. And then, with a subtle shift of his shoulders, a barely discernible sway of his hips, he was gone. But Elara could have sworn, just for a fleeting moment, that she saw the ghost of a dance step, a hint of a rhythm, in his departing stride. The glitter-pocalypse was over, but perhaps, just perhaps, a new era of whimsical order, and maybe even a little city-wide dancing, was about to begin.