Northstar Vale a manager at a comic book store

a bit of pp, hope its ok! lmk if it aint, kalika can slap her away lmao

this writhing, twisting thing below her. a fisherman who has just caught a fantastic specimen, something straight out of his dreams. full of sinew and catching the sunlight with every turn. if she closes her eyes, she can almost smell the ocean. seasalt and dying things.

the single eye stares back at her and astynome is transfixed for a fleeting portion of a second, momentarily a moth caught on a cork board. "you did well," she says, her voice somewhat strained, somewhat off-kilter. somewhat out of breath.
she gently presses her nose against the off-white forehead. 
breathing in, she can swear that she smells the ocean.
"where do you come from?" the edge of her breath is still ragged. it is so warm.