The Sandwing sat there calmly, watching the fire as it crackled and popped. He seemed deep in thought...he glances down at his golden talon, the one he accidentally turned as a dragonet. He exhales deeply out of his nostrils and watches as the firelight bounces off of the gold he turned his talon into. Midas grimaced a little at the memory...how it felt to loose all feeling in his arm...it was scary for a young dragonet, no doubt.