Kiki ran a hand along the braid that draped over her horn. She was staring through the floor as she processed what she had been told, that she had done good, was doing good. A soft patient smile crossed her lips, as she allowed herself to enjoy the compliment, “Thank you, it means a lot to me to hear someone say that.” She looked up then to make eye contact, still wearing her soft tender smile, “To know that I’m making things better for people, it means a lot to me.”
(Thanks, @ourluciddreaming, I thought this was very nice ^_^)
Kikyo Mihata 