Zaid's eyes turned skyward, as if he were looking for dragons winging above them. He daydreamed of what it would be like to be up there. To fly the way his ancestors had. He had seen paintings, heard stories. But he had never experienced it for himself, and he doubted he ever would.

But then he registered a specific set of words, and bright silver eyes directed back to Amery, the dragon leaning his neck forward to be closer to the man he was speaking to.

"You flew them?"