Her solar disc was visible above her shoulders, half-in-and-half-out of this plain. Rotating as the deep blue circle flared with a sun's corona. There are red-markings along her fur, and a flourish or two here and there, and as she's sitting--there are flowers that are springing up around her feet. She is watching him with dark-eyes every bit as intelligent as a human.

Her tail twitches, the tip of it black as if dipped in ink like a brush. Scratches appear on the dirt, recognizable at first as ancient Japanese. Then a second later, Flynn would see them translate to whatever language he understood best, even though the marks remained scratched on the ground.

私は天照です。

I am Amaterasu.