The little tear and the enraged words only made Nemean laugh harder. Oh, this was precious! She leaned back on her branch again, grinning as she filed a nail.
What to do..? Oh, she could kill this one if she wanted to. Maybe make its ugly, hairy body into one of those dangling body parts she'd seen drawn on walls, or something. But it would be so much more
fun to break it.
"They're all great in their own right? Ha! Okay, kid, I'll tell you what." Nemean leaned down, grinning broadly at Erzu, and waved her nail file in the air. A bright light flared down from nothing, shining, glittering over the aardvark's hide.
"Let's test who's right, and who's wrong. Go find the ugly, angry jerk hiding in those bone fortresses in Canis. You'll know her when you see her--she's as ugly as you are!--and talk to her for awhile. THEN come back and tell me how great she is in her own way." Nemean paused--was that enough description?
Nah. She waved a hand again, and the beam of light coalesced, forming a shimmering image of what looked like
a strange, centaur like being, with a bony body and a broad mouth. Another wave of her hand, and the light faded, flashing this way and that.
"Time to put your money where your mouth is, kid! Put up or shut up, and I don't think you'll be real good at shutting up." Nemean cackled, and leaned back on her branch again.
The challenge was out there; hopefully the kid wouldn't keep pestering her. If she
did, well--Nemean peeked over the branch. Skinned and dyed pink, she might make a cute purse.