As god, Atticus could feel each of their emotions. They were open and sincere.
Atticus smiled. 'Maybe it won't hurt to loosen up a bit.'
It was then he finally realized…
'I don't know how to dance.'
He might have been able to wing it if it were slow music. But this? Not a chance.
He cleared his throat. 'I can't embarrass myself.'
Seconds passed, and the cheers reached a fever pitch. Atticus realized there was no escape.
'Here goes. I'm a god. I can't be that bad… right?'
And so, in the midst of roaring laughter and cheers, Atticus took his first step, and the crowd exploded.
…
The party stretched deep into the night.
The God of Eldoralth dancing had stirred up far more attention than anyone could have imagined.
Word spread fast. Those present eagerly told others about Atticus' "impending dance," and soon, a flood of people arrived at the hill.
