[well, well back from the bamboo pots, wound around the trees to disguise his massive shape in the dim light, there's a dragon watching everything that's going on with distinct interest. he can't write. he can't read. he's honestly trying to hang back so as not to scare new arrivals who aren't quite used to sudden dragon infestations. but Geir is naturally inquisitive, and after a while, seeing all the activity and wish-writing gets the better of his curiosity.
if you've been hanging back away from the writing tables as you consider your own wish -- or just happened to be passing by a little too far away from the festivities -- you might suddenly get stopped by a voice out of the darkness nearby. Geir keeps his voice pitched low in an effort not to be too alarming, but will that matter?]
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[well, well back from the bamboo pots, wound around the trees to disguise his massive shape in the dim light, there's a dragon watching everything that's going on with distinct interest. he can't write. he can't read. he's honestly trying to hang back so as not to scare new arrivals who aren't quite used to sudden dragon infestations. but Geir is naturally inquisitive, and after a while, seeing all the activity and wish-writing gets the better of his curiosity.
if you've been hanging back away from the writing tables as you consider your own wish -- or just happened to be passing by a little too far away from the festivities -- you might suddenly get stopped by a voice out of the darkness nearby. Geir keeps his voice pitched low in an effort not to be too alarming, but will that matter?]
Heeeeeey. What are those things?