With the vanquishing of the Firelord, Hyjal begins to return to normal. Scars of the devestation wrought by the Firelord and Deathwing can still be felt and continue to spread. The Twilight still maintain a foothold and fight to increase it. Attentions turned elsewhere the powers that be have left to combat the increasing threat from Deathwing himself. Aid has been called for all friendly to nature to help repair the heart of it and defend the World Tree.
A new day was beginning as Ronacus laid by the edges of the lake directly underneath the Nordrassil. Glad to be in his true form for a change, the mortals tended to be less intimidated when he adopted one of his mortal guises. The sun glowed warmer than normal as his scales intensified the warmth it gave. He flexed his wings and made himself more comfortable. His latest creations, Moon-whited Lilies that grew as bushes, started to bloom around him. Thought up and planted only the night before, in time they would spread and grow slower, but he couldn't help but give them a push. Nature is truly what made this world worth living in. This world was not quite prefect like his true home, the Emerald Dream. But in this one he could help unimpeded. His recent brush with the Nightmare only made him a threat within his true home. He missed it beyond imagining but slowly he was coming to appreciate this world more and more. He stifled a yawn, a small wisp of fire escaping from his jaws, as the druids and shamans in the building across the late began to stir. Time to get up I suppose, Ronacus thought as he stifled a yawn. Even the small creatures began to come from their burrows and dens.
He shifted to his mortal Kal'dorei guise, Roadin. Pulling his hair back into a ponytail and tying it off with a strand of goldthorn and brushing his robe off of stray strands of grass and generally making himself presentable he started to make his way towards the Inn across the lake. He stopped briefly to coax a few seedlings from his Moon-whited Lilies. Dropping the seedlings into the top of his staff to join the dozens of other types of seedlings in its cracked top. He continued on slowly to the Inn that served as the base of all the operations within Hyjal all the while gazing at Nordrassil, it's majesty slowly coming back. Only a few centuries, I can hardly wait.. a joyful expression became affixed to his face and he doubted anything he could dampen his spirits on this day.
Humming an old Kal'dorei ballad of rebirth and renewal he entered the Inn to see about the goings on. Quite a few of the most prominent druids of the day could be found within, many with their own projects.
((This is essentially an open-ended RP with a loose goal of healing Hyjal. Feel free to join in with any character that would be appropriate. Druids and Shamans basically but if you have another that would be apt feel free to join. Have your characters make new friends, beat up some twilights, etc.))