Midas

M I D A S Treasurer • Tax Collector

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Passing- "All that glitters may not be gold, but I'll take it anyways." "Well, I did break my grandmother's entire collection of porcelain spoons-

O V E R V I E W ____________________________ Midas is the treasurer of Underclan. Despite how unwelcoming the clan may seem at first, she is one of the few friendly faces you will see there. Midas is kind and patient, yet easily distracted. Every inch of her scales is decorated with trinkets, jewels, even bits of rocks. She claims them treasures, only a fraction of her personal hoard. This never interferes with her monetary duties though, for she has always followed through every day, and is still able to keep the clans’ savings in check. She lived in her grandmother’s inn from a very young age. She helped out as best as she could, from doing chores to helping with the cooking. However, it had always seemed to her that she was terrible at everything. She was too big and clumsy. The dishes broke when she handled them. The food always ended up overcooked or spoiled. It seemed to her the only thing she could do was help manage the register, but she didn’t mind. Somehow, sorting and counting all those coins and gems calmed her. In her spare time when she isn’t working in the council, she will often go out and look for more trinkets and jewels. When she has a large enough amount, she will go out and gift her fellow clan members. Everyone appreciates her presence and is glad to have Midas around. Thank you Sophia007!! ________________________________________

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“Midas, hun.” An elderly called. “Rush hour is coming soon. You should probably get yourself cleaned up.” Titana muttered to Midas, her granddaughter, giving her a gentle rub to her back. Midas nodded, turning the sink water off. The Imperial worked at her Grandma Titana’s bar, which often filled up with guests of the Underclan. Midas lowered the clean dishes onto the drying mat, taking off the gloves she wore afterwards.

She loved working there, especially since it felt like home. Her favorite part was when her eyes bejeweled to the gold visitors would carry; its luxury-like appearances made the treasure fascinating to her. Midas’ grandmother often joked that Midas would do wonderful at handling the prices and payments, but she felt that she’d take it too personally.

After a while, customers came. There were many of them, and they were all unique; the majority of them were shadow dragons, of course. Titana came around again with a joyful hum. “They’re coming from everywhere, aren’t they? Today’s going to be such a delight, isn’t it?” Midas smiled warmly. “Of course, grandmother.”

“Speaking of which, I’ll need you to lend the waitresses and waiters a hand today. It’s going to get awfully busy now there are a flood of dragons coming by; it would be nice if you could at least help them serve.” The Bogsneak offered Midas an outfit, her claws brushing against the soft fabric. “Please do wear this, it’s an official uniform. You’ll be representing as a waitress at my bar, after all.” Midas took it, looking down at her own body and hovering it over herself. “Eh, don’t worry dear. It’ll fit you perfectly!” Grateful, but rather nervous, the blue-scaled Imperial laughed lightly. “Thank you, grandma.”

Midas did pretty well while serving the customers. She’d often get a few compliments on how wonderful she was as a waitress, and even got some pricey tips. This made her glad that her grandmother required her assistance. She felt needed for once. Holding a plate of fancy drinks, she’d approach a booth near the side of the Bar, where a lovely couple sat. Midas grew confident, proud that she could serve customers in a way that made them happy.

Suddenly, the flattened hand that she used to lift the plate of drinks started to ache. It was pulling her wrist back too much or was continuously pulling a muscle, discomfort sinking onto her face. She was close to her destination, so why would it start hurting now? In an attempt to aid the pain, Midas moved the serving plate to her other hand, which was not the best idea.

The dragon shrieked, jumping slightly. For now, she only held the plate. The couple’s order of drinks were on the floor, split. This made Midas feel horrible, especially when she dropped them right in front of the receiving customers. Instead of cleaning it up, she stared at it with eyes open with panic.

However, the charming fellow of the two stood up, walking toward Midas in a curious manner. He stopped, giving a glance at the floor before he turned to her instead. “Mon Dieu.” He whispered, under his breath. “Are you alright, Miss?” Alerted, Midas lifted her sight up to the Veilspun, recognizing the French that he temporarily spoke. “Yes, I am. Thank you.”

Midas, again, hung her head, spacing out at the empty, broken glasses and split liquid. “You know, you should probably pick that up, Ma’am. It isn’t the best to clean the floor after it has been soaked completely in drinks, oui?” The waitress shook her head. “Y-Yes..” This time, the other one of the couple came, curious about the event happening before her eyes.

“Say, do you need help, young Miss?” Midas took notice of the female Veilspun, also drawing to the attention that she was French like the other one. “Oh, no. I’m great, thank you. It’s just been a long, busy day..!” Frowning, the female Veilspun decided to pitch in her own part regardless of Midas’ answer, helping her clean up the clumsy mess that occurred.
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