Never in his wildest dreams did Midas actually think the almighty one would pay his weak mortal mind more than a glance. At even a glance. Words couldn’t describe how high the heart began to soar, even with hooves planted more firmly into soil than ever before. The realms seemed to switch places until he could see nothing more than the creamy horns and sleek pelt of his bay lord. Strong and with an air of justice, about him like a pure coat of innocent love. Left limb jutted out and body fell forward in a stallion bow of submission and reverence, his lord had just appeared.

"What is it that you need, Midas?"

Tongue refused to work for a moment, all he could muster for a heartbeat or two was the act of breathing. But that moment would pass quickly by. "What does your heart desire?" Daring not to look up at the almighty one he pried vocals apart, “My lord,” lids slithered shut while auds strained to stay erect, “I have longing for a magical gift that belonged to my earthly sire.” Pausing to take in air Midas continued with tone wavering as nerves took hold, “Father, if your grace finds me worthy, please grant a suit of armor that I may call forth to assist in times of need.”

Word count: 250

OOC: Basically I would love for him to have a suit of armor made from gold and other available metals that are close by, one that he can summon to his body when he has to fight. Something like a second set of skin that will fold over his frame when called forth. A trinket as symbol for this power would be nice as well, <'3 (but that's just an idea).

Honored wasn’t even a strong enough word to describe the feelings of hope and reverence that Midas was feeling within a swelling breast. He could only hope that his heavenly father would show mercy on such a selfish desire. "If you find me the materials, I will be able to craft you what you request," joy whelped forward and for a moment he dared to glance up, nearly forgetting his position with such gleeful expression. Auds pushed forward to catch each syllable that would be spoken next, orbs feel back to earth but heart was already soaring to impossible new heights. Instructions for completing this task would need to be remembered so he listened intently.

"However, unless you can find one that you trust to aid you, the armor will be attached to you permanently; still, you will be able to call it into action with a thought. All magic has consequences."

His joy didn’t waver in the least; Midas knew that with each action came a price. He was willing to go wherever his lord directed. A simple nod gave proper response while he listened quietly to everything else his lord had to say. Mind was already spinning around the idea of visiting such faraway places, and how he was going to find a friend trustworthy enough to complete this budding challenge. A soft quiet fell, and for a handful of seconds he was allowed to simply bask in thought; but words formed quickly enough with lightened tone full of appreciation for the chance, “I will do as is commanded,” lowering skull toward earth one last time he rose slowly until limbs straightened fully, “My thanks could never be enough, but blooming faith within this mortal body is renewed forevermore by your grace ,” a sweeping lock of hair fell between his ears, wings trembled with anticipation toward getting started. Limbs took retreat, with bulky frame turning to leave his lord to other business that was sure to be had.

Word count: 350
OOC: <’3