Rockelle took her time in the mornings, most thought she paid a lot of attention about the way she looked or that her dragon kept her busy. The truth is that she was a heavy sleeper, and only a certain roar could wake her. Well, only two. Rust roared from outside her window and her mom yelled from downstairs, she woke up faster then a cat running from a dragon. She sat up and blinked twice, she looked over at the door. Rust roared again and Rockelle stood, throwing the first thing she could reach at the window, which happened to be an oddly shaped piece of wood. Rust stopped roaring and dissapeared from the windows view. Rockelle grabbed her cape from a stick protruding from the wall, she had purposfully placed the stick there just for that reason. She buttoned up the cape and walked out of her room and down the stairs, she exited to house, ignoring her moms nagging. Rust waited in front of the house and Rockelle approached. "Didn't have to be so loud . . ." She muttered.