Hover.

Two birds flew around it, deafened by the loud buzz coming from the engines. It was a big zeppelin that hovered over the castle, and down, in the middle of the town plaza, the children gathered and waved at it.  It flew towards the horizon, being welcomed by the setting sun, who casting alluring waves of pink and orange to the clouds, gave way to the magical circus of colors, whose jugglers and trapezists waved, just as the children did, to the big old zeppelin flying atop their brows.