Rhyndelle pulled ineffectually on the long thin silver chain attached to an extravagant collar-like thing around the dragons neck. It had originally been a rope, but the dragon had kept burning it, so it had been switched to current links of metal.
"Come.. on... you stupid... ungrateful... brute!"
"Now now, Rinedarl, that will never do," said the smirking woman behind her.
"Rhyndelle," muttered the red haired girl, kicked a black scale and stubbed her toe.
The woman said something, and the black beast lowered it's head and allowed the collar to be removed.
Rhyndelle glared at the dragon tamer.