Kaze's Sacrifice

I went to the little 7th Street art walk today and put up shop in front of my favorite local Comic book store, Samurai Comics.
I drew this while I was there to commemorate the day. Click it to see the people in the background and notice them running for cover.
I call her Kaze, which I believe is Japanese for "Wind". In the middle of the day, in the middle of nowhere, a gust of wind came by and picked up the tent that was above us, my prints and their comic books and scattered them across the street. I tried to jump up and save a man from getting whacked in the head with the tent, but he got hit anyway. He's fine though.

So we sacrificed a large print of "Falling To Pieces" to Kaze (we never could find where that print went), my new homage to Michael Turner got a bit bumped around, a few paintings now have some black scars across their face and a guy got a good whacking in the head. Okay, Kaze, you've had your sacrifices, now that means that at my next show I'll be swimming in good fortune, right?

The word still isn't in whether she's a vilan or a hero. I'll let you know when I find out.