Dragonblight.
After the Scourge War ended, the Wyrmrest Accord resumed the restoration of the wasteland, which had stalled because of the Scourge invasion.
The Ruby Sanctum and the Obsidian Temple, both of which had nearly vanished from dragon history, were rebuilt through the efforts of the diligent dragon ambassadors and their people.
It was somewhat embarrassing to admit, but although Ysera was one of the Dragon Aspects, her only contribution to the Wyrmrest Accord and even Wyrmrest Temple had been opening a Dream Portal, bringing a splash of vibrant green to this barren land.
Still, her colleagues all understood her difficulties. Maintaining the dream was no simple task.
Over nearly ten thousand years, apart from the unsociable Neltharion, the Dragon Aspects had never attacked one another over conflicting interests or fractured the Accord.
Tens of thousands of years had passed since the dragons' golden age. The bloody price that had reduced the Dragonflight to its present state remained branded into the hearts of its leaders.
They no longer had the strength to compete for territory in Azeroth. The age of dragons had ended, and their kind could only huddle together for warmth and survival.
"Sister Ysera, long time no see!" The playful little dwarf girl wore her hair in a bun and stood with her hands behind her back, an endearingly goofy smile on her face.
Ysera had been about to find Krasus and ask whether the bronze dragons had a resident ambassador lately. To her surprise, she encountered Chromie as soon as she entered the temple.
"Long time no see, little Chromie. I was just looking for you." Ysera stroked Chromie's bun, knelt on one knee, and playfully brushed the little girl's nose.
Chromie hurriedly pushed away Ysera's fair hand with her two chubby little hands.
"Stop teasing me!