Breeze remembered when he flew through the night sky, lost and lonely and unable to find a place where he belonged. He remembered flying into the trees and wondering what trees were tall enough to reach this high in the sky? He remembered stumbling upon a Pearlcatcher by the name of Elaine who explained to him that he had stumbled upon the Gale Rain. Breeze was given a home here, although he was still afraid he was going to feel like he didn’t belong yet again. The horror of not being able to fit in again terrified him, but nonetheless he would use what he could and see if the other dragons came to appreciate his wonderful abilities in literature and plays. Breeze loved to cast dragons for plays, he always took the time to get to know these dragons personally and casting them carefully for whatever parts he felt best fit their personality. When he wasn’t casting dragons he was focusing on writing great and elaborate plays that he felt would blow the other dragons away.

The kings even grew to love the work of Breeze and grew to appreciate his work as Breeze’s time living in the Gale Rain went on. Breeze was lucky enough to have this, a home finally for dragons to appreciate his wondrous work. The only fault of his was that he sometimes let his ambitions get the better of him. He was a hard worker, sometimes he forgets to enjoy life outside of the theater. Breeze felt as if his life should be nothing more than focusing on the theatrics that he came up with. He was lucky when dragons would remind him to take a break and relax every once in a while. Breeze struggled with relaxation, but he kept in mind that taking breaks every once in a while and giving himself a moment to think would only make his plays better. The Gale Rain was a godsend and Breeze wouldn’t leave for the world.
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Bio by Lumos427 based on my idea.