Zeno figures magic shouldn't be written off so easily, and being a Dragon Warrior might be a good indicator of that.
And wandering around endlessly gets kind of tiring, but as he did, he learned local "myths," stories that would feel like fantasy but are filled to the brim with possible truth.
Zeno figures most people are honest by nature anyway so when he heard a little girl explain what a fairy ring is, he listened close.
It's a ring of darker grass in a yard. Sometimes with big white mushrooms over the dark grass like big lighthouses. It's a place where fairies danced so much, the ground took notice and changed from all their dancing. But the thing is, you shouldn't step into the ring or you'll go mad or die from dancing far too long. A human can only take so much.
On some of Zeno's happier days, he tried to talk to the fairies, stretched out on his stomach outside of the circle, hand partially in.
But on another rough day, curiosity turned mordbit. Zeno took a deep breath and stepped into the magical circle, bracing himself for the dancing.
One step became two, became three, became four, and Zeno was spinning and twirling like the best of them. Doing any kind of dance imaginable, not even limited to just the chicken dance or even the hokey pokey to ballet style dances. And he tried to mirror the fairies, who looked to be floating or flying through their steps: quick and light. Zeno was a poor mirror, but a mirror regardless.
Step by swaying step, he went as moments turned to hours turned to days.
Zeno stopped counting sunrises and sunsets, closed his eyes to the day and the night.
He became a music box with no music, a lone dancer with only ever watchful fairies for an audience.
He ignored his mind, le tit go quiet and blank. It's a wonder that he didn't go insane.
"Are you even human?" Asked a male fairy, and Zeno couldn't pause his dance to look at the other guy in the eyes.
"Yeah." Zeno swallowed the "but" that would have justified that he's human but immortal too or mostly so anyway.
"You're still alive." The fairy pointed out, and Zeno sighed.
"I guess so." And Zeno was permitted to stop dancing, half in a waddle, hands still raised like little beaks.
"You're impressive." A woman fairy told him with a smile.
"If you say so." And Zeno stepped out of the circle; another failed attempt at death, but at least an interesting one.
"You could be one of us." A clearly younger fairy replied with her smaller wings and body. She's just a kid yet.
And somehow that day, Zeno became an honorary fairy, a title he still isn't sure how to exlain if anyone were to ask about it.