Who: Elliot Kensington & Lachlan Kincaid What: A meet cute with dragons Where: Camelot grounds When: Thursday, March 29th 2018 (Late afternoon) Warnings: TBD, but probably nothing major
It was the end of Elliot's second day working for Camelot, and she was mercifully starting to feel a little less overwhelmed already. She'd figured it would be pretty overwhelming in the beginning, after all, Camelot was a big organization, involved in really important things throughout the reincarnate community and the world at large. Deciding to join Camelot in the first place was a huge decision, one Elliot had taken seriously, even if she still hadn't spent nearly as much time thinking it through as she probably should have. A few weeks tops, before she finally made up her mind and told her family.
Daenerys had never been much of a joiner, but Elliot wasn't nearly as stubborn as her, or as isolated. Elliot hadn't spent the majority of her childhood and young adult life learning that it was better not to trust people, on the off chance that someone ended up betraying you, or worse. She knew loss just as well as Daenerys, they'd both lost family and other people that they cared about, but there still seemed to be a crucial difference in how Elliot dealt with her emotional scars compared to the dragon queen in her head. She didn't wear her losses like armor, unwilling to let anyone else in. Maybe that would change with time, but shutting people out just wasn't who Elliot was, even after everything she'd been through.
Aside from the fact that her dragons were already here and also wanting to be closer to the place that Walt had loved so much, that was one of the things that had first attracted Elliot to Camelot. It seemed like everybody here had lost someone, somewhere along the way, but they were all taking the horrible things that had happened to them and doing something positive with it. This place was full of brave, good people and Elliot was really craving something... more. Not that school wasn't worthwhile, but she was really starting to look forward to being done this summer. She was looking for a little more meaning in her life than she was slowly realizing higher education had so far given her.
Because she was still in school, Elliot was only technically working for Camelot part time, a couple days a week and sometimes on weekends, especially while she was still relatively new to the PR department and had to play some catch up. Elliot had never really thought of a career in PR before, but it made sense. She'd always been a people person, and she worked with some pretty great ones, already knowing Freddie and Zach well, and Bishop was nice. Still, right now her favorite part of the work day was when it ended, and she was able to take the short trip from Camelot Enterprises to the castle so she could spend some time with her dragons before going home. Sometimes she still couldn't believe she had them, but who would have ever believed something like that until it happened? Elliot had been given the dragon eggs when she'd first become a reincarnate, under the assumption that they'd never hatch in this world.
Now she had three dragons under her (and now Camelot's) care. Daenerys's dragons. Elliot used to worry that they would grow up and not recognize her, but the bigger they got, the more they seemed to see her as their mother, or at least recognize Daenerys in her. By now they were the size of small horses, nowhere near as big as they would get, and sometimes Elliot still got a little sad that they were already too big to still ride on her shoulders. Viserion was the first to see her approaching the magical barrier that separated her dragons from the rest of the grounds and lumbered toward her, with Drogon and Rhaegal close behind. The best thing about the barrier was that it grew with them the bigger they got, and it also moved wherever they roamed, so they were never lacking in space but everyone else was also safe from getting scorched or trampled. She could also cross into the barrier if she wanted, the magic recognized her blood, so when Viseron stretched his white-peach colored neck to her, Elliot could reach a hand out and stroke along his scales with a contented smile. "Missed me, huh? I missed you too."