Northstar Vale a manager at a comic book store

switching to english text for convenience's sake, still speaking greek doe!

up close, she realises how alive the siren is. the breathing, the tiny twitching in her eyelids, a twinge in her pale cheek. astynome's breath ruffles the hair on her neck and she realises that she herself is alive too. a sudden euphoria surges through her, almost takes her off the ground. she curls her toes in the dirt.

"why, so you can find out how i did it?" she asks under her breath, as if being caught in loose talk around tables. "can't i be the audience this time? i'll clap for you, after." 
underneath all that white fur is a red face. underneath that red face are dilated veins, heartbeat in her ears like the bassline to a trigger-happy song.