You’re first of your line to be born into this balloon of dust people call a city. If one wants to get technical, your family’s of the third Sand line in Nam Định; but to be quite honest that doesn’t mean much. You just call yourself a concrete witch. Your grandma calls you a waste. Both for the concrete thing and the art student thing. Your best friend’s a composite wizard; you like to imagine how mad your grandma would be if she knew that.
You go by Sa, both online and between friends. You’re a young lady, twenty years of age, who hasn’t seen her family in more than six months. You’re a concrete witch, and bureaucracy is your biggest enemy, just like anyone else’s in this city.
some random ideas for an urban fantasy thing set in Hanoi.