[MAYOR'S WINTER BALL]
Moogles were quite efficient creatures, he mused as he surveyed the ballroom. Candles flickered in candelabra stationed around the room and on the clusters of tables in the corners. Each table held a bowl of punch, a ladle, and cups. Moogles would be walking the floor, handing out finger food to the guests.
There were mere moments before the townspeople were set to arrive, and he smiled, pleased. Or, rather, as pleased as he could be. He smoothed his hands down the legs of his tuxedo and went to stand near the entrance to easily greet his guests.
There were mere moments before the townspeople were set to arrive, and he smiled, pleased. Or, rather, as pleased as he could be. He smoothed his hands down the legs of his tuxedo and went to stand near the entrance to easily greet his guests.