[there was no way that Geir would miss this aspect of the celebration. up till now he's been staying mostly on the outskirts of the party -- nothing's sized for him, and why frighten the new recruits for Astoria in their first couple of days here if he can help it?

but he can't help but draw close enough to gaze wide-eyed into the flickering glints in the water; close enough for the glow of the lanterns to play on his reflective black scales. lights in the dark have been important to him since the very first moment he saw the stars again after being summoned from his long sleep underground. they've been personal since the first time Vern showed him that he could bring light out of nothing with a word and a gesture. it was so easy to forget that there had ever been light, down there.

it's comfortable here, just close enough to the water to see everything going on and just far enough away that most of the crowd won't notice his bulk wound around a building at the outer edge of the light. Geir sighs and relaxes, closing his eyes for a moment before slitting them open to watch the lights again. he'll take what he can get in the way of private contemplation. half-hidden as he is, the darkness won't necessarily stop anyone from seeing or sensing an enormous, possibly-malevolent presence-- or tripping over his tail...]