Heart's Desire.

Matty looked over the boutique pets and mounts in the Auction House, and sighed. These would never be hers, at least, not unless she spent some serious time reading goblins' blogs about gold making. It just seemed all a bit too, unsavory? But these were honest goblins (oxymoron, or paradox?), and didn't mean anyone harm--just trying to make a buck or two. She could actually go out and grind, grind, grind for her daily gold, too, and certainly isn't above rolling up her sleeves and using elbow grease to dislodge gold from pockets and purses.

But these are some things she wants, desires, and dreams about. These top well over the 10,000-15,000 or more range:

There are no fireflies west of the Rockies.

Captured Firefly

Vial of the Sands

Reins of Poseidus

Enchanted Broom

Flying Broom

Lest you think she is being a bit of an entitled little princess, let me assure you: human spent the better part of a half an hour on Sunday during a raid listening to grown men lament about the missed mounts, weapons, pets, etc. It was more fascinating that listening to crap's chatter in Las Vegas.

But what do we all really want?

I am reminded of one of my favorite writers, Tom Robbins, from Still Life with Woodpecker:

“Who knows how to make love stay? 
Tell love you are going to the Junior's Deli on Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn to pick up a cheesecake, and if love stays, it can have half. It will stay. Tell love you want a memento of it and obtain a lock of its hair. Burn the hair in a dime-store incense burner with yin/yang symbols on three sides. Face southwest. Talk fast over the burning hair in a convincingly exotic language. Remove the ashes of the burnt hair and use them to paint a mustache on your face. Find love. Tell it you are someone new. It will stay. Wake love up in the middle of the night. Tell it the world is on fire. Dash to the bedroom window and pee out of it. Casually return to bed and assure love that everything is going to be all right. Fall asleep. Love will be there in the morning.”

—Tom Robbins