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Bellacose yawned and stretched as she sat up in her small bed. She got up and glanced at the face of the clock she lived in, hanging onto a ledge as she poked her head outside. “Not quite feeding time yet,” she mumbled to herself as she pulled herself back inside. She changed out of her red pajamas and into her normal deep red dress, made from the petals of an iris. She brushed out her blonde pixie cut hair and put her dark red hat on, the hat being made of marigolds. The red colors complimented her olive skin well, and made her bright yellow eyes stand out more.
She flew out of the clock and landed on the bed her companions, Sol and Luna, slept on. Sol and Luna were both dragons adopted by the same person she was.
Sol rubbed his head against the blanket he was sleeping on while Luna started to wake up and nudged Bellacose with her head. Luna was a lot more mild than her fraternal brother, both in her attitude towards others and the way she tend to act even when she is alone. She was named Luna because, like the moon, her scales are a beautiful silver-grey color with bright blue eyes, and she is cold to the touch, which is why she cuddles a lot more.
Sol is slightly bigger than his twin, and is basically her opposite. He’s like the sun, always hot, along with his orange-red scales and green eyes, and his temper is what causes him trouble.
The trio was finally all awake, after prompting and poking at Sol for a few minutes, and they flew over to the bed where their owner slept. Sol perched at the foot of te bed, laying down over their feet. Luna landed right next to their head, curling up next to them a bit. Bellacose landed right on top of their head, looking at them and waiting to see if they would wake up yet.
After a few moments of waiting, Bellcose started hopping up and down on their head. When this seemed like it wasn’t working, Luna spit off a bit of lavender fire, which was fine because their owner was used it anyhow, thanks to Sol. The slight singed smell, along with the sudden burst of warmth, made their owner wake up right away. They were still a little groggy of course, and they stumbled a bit on their way out of bed.
When they had gotten dressed and they were walking out to go and eat breakfast, they called the little trio over to them. “Thanks for waking me up, you guys,” they said, as each of them were patted in turn. Then they walked to the kitchen to make breakfast.
That was the way they started each day, going through the same routine. All that changed was the stories they wrote together or told one another.
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