The disturbances weren't limited to those two places. In the far north of Kalimdor, the sky above Moonglade, where Cenarius lived, had turned green. Many creatures with rotting, pus-dripping bodies had appeared in the forest, corrupting everything like a swarm of locusts. All of Cenarius's daughters had gathered around their eldest sister, Lunara, to resist these monsters, which seemed like figments of the imagination but were all too real.
Lunara was Cenarius's eldest daughter, but her temperament was very different from those of her many sisters. The other dryads were like delicate flowers deep in the forest, content to wander through Kalimdor's beautiful, tranquil woods. Lunara, however, was like a thorn: resilient and fearsome. She was angered by the way Azeroth's inhabitants wantonly destroyed nature, so she always kept her sisters away from races other than the dryads. This had also given Lunara the habit of never smiling.
Her perpetually stern expression had created some distance between Lunara and her sisters, but they all respected their eldest sister. That was why they had gathered around her to fight the common enemy. This time, however, the sisters disagreed with her.
"The crisis in Moonglade is more than we can handle alone. If we don't tell the Night Elves what's happening and ask them for help, we could lose our home. Lunara, why can't you understand that?"
The one who dared to openly challenge their eldest sister was another strong-willed dryad named Avrila. If Lunara was a thorn, then Avrila was a rose. She had thorns, too, but her captivating smile was as enchanting as a rose's. Even knowing it had thorns, people couldn't help drawing close.
Unlike her hostile eldest sister, Avrila longed for a life beyond Moonglade. As Leiluo would have put it, she was a young girl yearning for