That awkward moment when you realise that Sango is an actual she
Hard to imagine a woman spewing fire
Incredible, but true.
Watch that volcano when she does not get her way or command that deserving fear
Catch the staggered eruption when her dependants do not hearken to her instructions fast enough
Or when the non affection becomes unbearable
Rerun that angry storm off
when she has been kept a minute too long
To quell this type of wrath is to play dumb
To call oneself stupid and say sorry
To resort to meaningless patronage
And to defer to the wisdom that exists
Only in the figment of her imagination
To say exactly what it is she wants to hear.
