Zephyr's usual serious countenance turned into a frown when he realized he'll have to forgo his customary early morning jog for the sake of being waited upon and dressed by giggling servants as if he was a five-year old. If you asked him (which nobody did of course), the whole charade and festival was quite un-needed. It was the *other*, special ceremony he was itching to get to. While his siblings may or may not be clueless about what was about to transpire, Zephyr hadn't spent countless hours in research and study - not to mention badgering Indira with questions to the point she threatened at various times to ban him from the library - only to remain inknowledgeable, about what was about to transpire. At least partly.<br/><br/>He smiled cynically at his mother's 'warm' greeting to him. Any warmer and he'd have to put on a jacket, he mused. Still, he wasn't completely blameless - it's not like he was jovial and friendly himself. He was quite pleased, however, when it turned out they'd be heading straight... there.<br/><br/>When they had reached The Lion's Foot, Zephyr studied it carefully, trying to capture the route he would soon embark on in his mind before setting foot on the glowing pattern. All his studies paled in comparison with the raw majestic power emanating from the glowing artifact. He saw Jacob stepping forward, and waited a few moments to see how his brother fares before setting his own foot on the thing.