Zephyr smiled at the sight of the small blue dragon flitting around. The way it tumbled and flew through the air reminded him of the exhilarating feeling he had whenever he was mid flip. He felt so in control, but at the same time, there was no real way to regain his balance in the air in that split second. The creature flew around his head and he tried to follow it with his eyes. His rumbling stomach took him out of his reverie, and Zephyr went back to following the different conversations, putting food on his plate while doing so. The group was certainly quirky, and he knew that making friends wouldn't be easy. He was really interested in the possibility of him learning magic, though, and seeing that his dad would probably be too drunk to even notice that he was gone, he didn't mind that he couldn't go back.