The Vestige dismounted her brand new Indrik mount and watched it vanish in a swirl of magicka. She approached the Impresario, who was busy fixing her make-up in a mirror. There didn't appear to be any customers around today.
"Hi," The Vestige said to draw her attention, waving slightly.
The Impresario spun in dramatic fashion and flung her arms wide. "Welcome back! I have a range of magical goods guaranteed to lift your spirits!"
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes at the sales pitch, she intuprted her; "Er, actually, I was hoping to talk to you about this Indrik,"
"Oh?"
"Yeah," The Vestige said, frowning. "It sounds all….wheezy. Like it has asthma. I feel kind of bad riding it. Could I trade it for another one?"
The Impresario nodded, speaking in her overly dramatic voice. "Of course! Of course! Simply buy four more feathers from me using event tickets and summon another!"
The Vestige glared at her.
The Impresario grinned.
"Ugh, fine. I'll keep it…"
"Wonderful!"
The Vestige turned, muttering, "Dumb bitch,"
Well, at least the asthmatic deer would look cool in one of her many homes.
I like the Indrik mount, I wanted one since I first saw them on Summerset, but seriously, why does he sound asthmatic? Haha. I feel bad riding him around when he's like "urg, urg, urg, huff huff"
Anyway, this little ditty came from me and my brother chatting while playing and I just had to write it up.
Happy New Life!