Amaterasu walked in between two hulking guards comprised entirely of sun fire.
She stared at them both in a discreet manner- peering into the very depths of their makeup and trying to understand them fundamentally.
Even though these beings were made entirely of sun fire, they didn't recognize her authority in any way or form.
Even if she reached out with her mind, she couldn't manipulate them the way she usually could other beings of flame.
That was scary. Troublesome. And annoying.
But really, what else should she have expected from that man's eldest son?
A door in the hallway suddenly creaked open.
Coming out and carrying a stack of books was a dragon with short red hair whom she didn't recognize.
But apparently her escorts did.
""Lady Claire.""
At the sight of the guards and the guest, Claire smiled innocently at all three of them. "Hello there, boys. Who's this?"
