Northstar Vale a manager at a comic book store

her smell fills her nose, her lungs. if you were perceptive, you might have been able to see astynome's pupils dilate in real time. the coo is lost in the sound of feet on ground. they are kinetic; artemis would look down from her throne of huntresses and only have praise to give.

there's teeth at her side, the siren's small white face close to her belly. she is tiny, but that makes her all the more slippery. a selkie in-between disguises. moving through the air as if through water. made of only muscle.

she decides her patience is finite. astynome chases her and rears up, hands to the front, wanting to place them on the siren's shoulders. to press her gently towards the earth.