[Geir looks around at the buildings and the narrow street, then back at his own bulk, rather ruefully.]

If I'm expected to be the hiding place, and not the hider, that just might work. C'mon, kids!

[spreads his wings as much as he can in the circumstances, making sheltering tents of them; between his coils and the wings, it actually isn't hard to find a place where someone much bigger than the small Palai could hide.]

Hide and seek! Find a spot on or under Uncle Geir where no one can see you!