What is my dream for writing? Do I want to be someone's favorite author? What goal do I think of when writing?

The glorious healer called me stunning. For her people, she was ordinary even dull. Bright patterns were considered beautiful. To one of the most glorious beings I have ever met, I am stunning. It felt good. She strode quickly, her people had been created as messengers and were light and agile. No one really knew all the creatures that had been used for her particular people, all they did know was that at least three had never evolved on any known world. Those were possibly the key to how mammals and reptiles and even insects had been chopped apart and blended.