Where Elliot rules with confidence and flair, Izzy ruled with patience.

Izzy watched more than he hunted. He listened. He settled in like he had all the time in the world—and maybe he did. There was a steadiness to him that lingered, a presence that made the room feel grounded even when nothing was happening at all.

Some habits remain because of Izzy.
The way the lights are checked.
The pause before feeding.
The quiet respect given to a dragon at rest.

Elliot inherited a kingdom shaped by memory.

He may lift his tail like a banner and hunt like a champion, but he rests in a space first claimed by another dragon. One who showed us how to care, how to slow down, and how to notice the small moments.

Elliot is king now.
But Izzy will always be the first dragon.