[center] [h2] [color=ed145b] Hinako Kirishima [/color] [/h2] [/center] 

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[color=ed145b] “M-My tails? Y-You want to touch my tails!?”  [/color]

Hinako thought for a moment. A moral dilemma was before her. Though she did not like others touching her tails, it wasn’t as if it was something that she lost anything out of in the event someone were to touch them. 

To a goddess, a debt is sacred. The debt of her magnanimous actions towards her followers were received well through their worship. It was the basis of her sect. Equal exchange, as it were. Though humans tend not to realize the strength of worship, even but a simple prayer holds the more power than most could realize. 

If she was not to hold herself to this fiscal responsibility, then who would trust her? It wasn’t like what the other was asking was impossible. In fact,  it wasn’t as if it was really unpleasant of a feeling to have her tails and ears touched. Her mother used to brush her tails every day for her, and she felt that the feeling was one of the most pleasant she had experienced within her elongated lifespan.  It was simply something she felt was embarrassing. It was something so meaningless, yet meaningful to Hinako. After all, a Kitsune’s tails were her lifeblood. 

[color=ed145b] “I-I did promise anything. I guess you could touch my tails a little bit if you really wanted to. B-But don’t do so for too long!” [/color] 

It was still something that Hinako considered … strange. Perhaps her observation regarding humans and their appreciation of things that are fluffy was not unfounded. Corelia might not have been a natural “human”, but there is a reason why it is called “Demi-Human”. If they are merely monsters, they would be referred to as such. They weren’t “humans”, but weren’t at the crossroad to “monstrosity” just yet. Some closer to that end-horizon than others, but naturally therein existed “humanity” within all. 

[color=ed145b] “Please be gentle.” [/color]