Amaterasu let out an amused puff of air, smiling at least while she did so. The solar-disc seems to fade in and out of view, as if it is not fully upon this plain of existence. Sky-blue with darker blue shadows as deep as an ocean, and rotating slightly as it gives of that Sun's corona.

Inclining her head and shoulders, it is a bow as graceful as if she were human. Again her tail-tip twitches and there is writing scratched into the dirt. Again it is followed shortly after by the characters fading into a language he'd understand.

会えてうれしいです。 お名前は何ですか？

It is nice to meet you. What is your name?