“He called me a name!” she snarled, giving his hair a good yank. “He called me a tree hugger. Me!”
“You like trees. Let him go. And you can stop doing that, too.”
Blood flowed from the punch Cyrene managed to get in to Kostich’s nose.
“I may like trees, but I’m not a druid. I’ve never been so insulted in all my days!”
Druids and water beings, for some reason I’ve never been able to fathom, insisted on perpetuating a feud that went back at least a millennium. There was no insult worse in the water-elemental circles than to be thought in sympathy with druids.
Dr. Kostich bellowed an obscenity, trying desperately to fling Nathaniel, Maata (who was helping Nathaniel), and Cyrene off him. “Cease, you insane watery twit! I demand that you unhand me!”
“Watery twit? Watery twit! Oh! I’ll sho
