| Post-arctic conceptual art school survivor, Gypsy traveler of Tribal Thailand, Urban India, Sacred Nepal and betrothed to that damn elusive prince charming. |


Secret live of Sidekicks intro Chapter 1Secret live of Sidekicks intro by ~Kombucha-clocks
The morning is tepid. No refreshing dew lingers from the night. Bag of paint over one shoulder, I'm on my way to the art school and not excited about another day of monotone self-righteousness. Hooray for peer critique day. March air this warm should be welcomed. Instead it is just uncomfortable. The space between the school and the bus stop is uncommonly empty. The lonely concrete stretches ahead with my destination a sprawling blue campus on the horizon.
Even dressed plainly with my pink scarf, my brown coat, I feel singled out on the sidewalk. Bastion City isn't usually busy this early in the morning, but nor is it ever this qu
