Shizuru made her way outside and stepped onto the porch. A small smile curled her lips and she tilted her head into the sunlight. Miyu's more frightened roomates would probably think she'd burst into flames or something at this point. She breathed deeply, inhaling the fresh air and delighting at the warm breeze brushing across her cheek and blowing through her firey hair. The demoness tucked a few strands behind her ear and then looked down at the small dancer beside her. "We're not going far. I don't want to miss dinner. I haven't had a human meal in hundreds of years. I don't need to eat, so it's mostly about the pleasure of it. The tastes, the textures, the smells. When you only taste food once in a great while you savor everything. ...Except those awful... overly-salty... crunchy flat things." The demoness made a disgusted face and walked a short ways to sit down in the grass under the shade of a tree. She stretched out, laying back and folding her arms behind her head. It appeared she expected Miyu to join her, as she didn't talk again until the short girl sat down.<br/><br/>"You remind me of someone I used to know. She had the same hair and the same quiet nature. Her name was Atsuki and she was a waitress in this little restaurant I used to visit. Her father and brothers ran the place. This ways back when they used to know me as 'Amaterasu' in some areas. You know her? Goddess of the sun. It was mostly confusion and superstition because I liked to show off. I wasn't about to correct people, especially if it made them stay out of my way and treat me well." Shizuru shrugged. "But Atsuki never fell for it. When I walked in, all the men in the restraunt would back off and move away from wherever I sat down. Nobody would look at me. Not her. She always greeted me like I was a normal customer, nothing to be afraid of. She would serve me and I would savor every bite. I was at peace."