"Dragon Breather" drabbles by Isaac Grant
Folding
Dragon Breather #3
Gideon's house was covered in all kinds of paper flowers. Ever since he had discovered his power to awaken his paper dragons, he had begun experimenting on different types of origami. He was starting small, with the flowers. From purple tulips to red roses and yellow daisies, he had made them all. A few folds here, a dozen there, and a warm breath here and the flower burst to life, greens and oranges came out of the frail paper, creating a very lifelike flower. Gideon had long since covered the front of his house and now began on the lawn.
Cryo-Dragons
Dragon Breather #2
Gideon loved the cold. He especially loved it when he could see his breath. He liked this so much because, every time he breathed, instead of a poof of mist quickly dissipating, a little icy dragon formed from the mist and flew away. He also found it sad because the little creatures had such a short lifespan. As soon as they touched basically anything warmer than them, because they where made of fragile ice, they melted almost immediately. It also brought him joy. The dragons lived such happy lives even though they were so short. Gideon had found new joy.
Dragon Breather
Dragon Breather #1
He breathed. The little paper thing began to flutter, puffing smoke from deep within its being. The dragon lived. Thousands of them flew, sat on shelves, and watched as Gideon quickly folded through the last steps of the paper dragon he had been making. The tiny thing got up and flew to meet its new brethren. Gideon was the only Dragon Breather in the world, and he loved creating little companions both for himself and for others. All it took was a few folds and a breath from his mouth, and there was a tiny paper dragon, full of life.
