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The God of the Earth was pleased that so many close friends to Midas appeared. The crowd that gathered was not gawking, jealous or prideful - they were genuinely pleased that their leader, friend and possibly lover were given a well deserved honor. He smiled at them all, gladdened by their selfless hearts. Voluminous black mane tumbled over his great neck, the ends beginning to turn the faintest hint of green, calling Birdsong to Helovia.
Midas gave his answer, wanting to spend his life of immortality to serve, and the Earth God learned much about his personality by his choice. The Gallant was ever living in the present, not looking to the future. Neither was right or wrong, just interesting. The God smiled, nodding. He would be glad to bring his friend into the fold of forever, to never age and never die unless a fatal wound brought him down.
"Then it is with great honor that I give you a piece of our power, Midas," he hummed. "You are immortal." A waterfall rose from Midas's hooves, engulfing him with the metaphorical holy liquid. And, he emerged, dry, perfectly clean and infused with the god's ascended magic. The God of the Earth looked to the others now. "Thank you all for coming here and celebrating with Midas," he rumbled, deeply.
"For your presence, I grant you each an amulet of the eath, to protect those you love."
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