You laugh, then chuckle, then roll on the floor. Who is this baby, dressing up in a costume. Clutching your sides you look back up a timmidale
. She snarls at you. You shrug, and guess you deserve it. Complimenting her costume you start to back away.
Ancient beauty is she she is kind, she is gentle. She is fierce. You are right to laugh, but not to shun. She is as fierce as a dragon. She can bite and snarl, just as well as she can smile and chat.
ʻDo underestimate me, I hear and feel. I see! So don't snigger, I am like a guardian to my family, don't make me release my wrath, please.ʻ