"A lone druid, flying high above the Vale, surveyed the land as the rays of the early morning sun pierced the fog shrouding her surroundings," writes submitter Eresset
of An She
on Zul'jin (US-H). "Coming upon the devastation wrought by Garrosh's goblin excavators, a shudder of foreboding rippled through her feathers, seeping into her bones. Momentarily she closed her eyes, willing the aberration below a mirage, a vision left from her nightmares. Sighing, knowing the futility of the act, she flexed her shoulders to catch a passing updraft and glided south over the range down into the lush valley below."