(In a school on a floating island, years after the still on-going peace treaty between the Alliance and the Horde started…)

Sayori: (speaking with her tauren friend - Udaana) “Wait, so your dad is the high chieftain of Thunder Bluff?”

Udaana: (smiling proudly) “Yes, he is! My dad leads our people with honor and wisdom. Thunder Bluff is our home, a city built atop towering mesas in Mulgore. It’s a sight to behold!”

Sayori: (excitedly) “Wow, that sounds amazing! I’ve always heard stories about Thunder Bluff, but I’ve never seen it for myself. I can’t imagine what it must be like living there.”

Udaana: (grinning) “It truly is a unique and breathtaking place. The mesas offer a panoramic view of the surrounding plains, and the air is filled with the sounds of nature. It’s peaceful, yet vibrant.”

Sayori: (dreamily) “I can almost picture it. The gentle breezes, the rolling grasslands…it sounds like the perfect place for a poet to find inspiration. A lot less eerie than where I come from.”

Udaana: (curiously) “Where do you come from, Sayori?”

Sayori: (sighing) “I come from the Undercity, the capital of the Forsaken. It’s a city built underground, and it’s always dark and gloomy. The air is stagnant, and the smell of decay is always in the air. It’s not exactly the most inspiring place to live, even for my Forsaken brethren.”

Udaana: (sympathetically) “Oh, Sayori, I can only imagine how difficult it must be to live in such an environment. But you know, sometimes inspiration can come from the darkest places. Your unique perspective and experiences might bring a different kind of beauty to your poetry.”

Sayori: (considering her words) “You’re right, Udaana. I’ve always tried to find the beauty in everything, even in the most unexpected places. Maybe there is something valuable I can draw from my time in the Undercity.”

Udaana: (supportively) “Absolutely, Sayori! Your talent as a poet is undeniable, and I believe you have the ability to create powerful pieces that speak to the hearts of many, regardless of the backdrop. Besides, now that the Alliance and the Horde are working together, maybe there will be opportunities for you to travel and experience different places.”

Sayori: (brightening up) “You’re right! The new era of peace has opened up a world of possibilities. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll get to visit Thunder Bluff and be inspired by its natural beauty.”

Udaana: (excitedly) “That would be amazing, Sayori! Just imagine standing atop the mesas, with the wind in your hair, and writing down the verses that come to your mind. I can’t wait to see what you create!”

Sayori: (grateful) “Thank you, Udaana. Your friendship and support mean a lot to me. Together, I believe we can bring a new level of understanding and appreciation for different cultures through our art.”

Udaana: (smiling warmly) “Absolutely, Sayori. We may come from different backgrounds, but our creativity and passion are what connect us as friends. Let’s continue to embrace our unique perspectives and create something beautiful together-”

(Suddenly, the duo spots an argument between two of their classmates - a young worgen girl and a young dracthyr boy. The worgen girl was heavily pregnant with twins, while the dracthyr boy was holding the flag of the Obsidian Warders in his hand.)