"Thanks! Does the forest really change on a cycle a century long?"

"It's not a cycle so much as a gradual evolution. Trees are actually interesting to watch, they can live for centuries."

"Oooh, and you can see them a century apart with both times fresh in your memory. That's neat."

"It is very neat."

There's the sound of footsteps, and then another group turns the corner, lead by a tall elven woman with jeweled horns emerging from her layers of fire-red hair. "-then send a message to Aneth. She was complaining of boredom, was she not?" she says. "Oh, hello, Mezan. And who's this?"

"Dragonqueen," he greets Alexstrasza.

Maragosa echoes the greeting, and adds "My name is Maragosa."

"Well met, young blue. I hope Mezadormu has not gotten you into too much trouble yet."

"Nope, he's just being an excellent storyteller."

"Aww, thank you!"

     "I see. Enjoy your time at Wyrmrest, Maragosa." And off she sweeps down the hall.

"I will, thank you." She says to Alexstraza on the latter's way out.

"So that was Allie. She's usually a little chattier than that. Must have something on her mind."

"It must be quite a something, to be noticeable on top of how busy she is most of the time."

"Eh. Reds. There's more of them than any others, and somehow all the individuals are still busier than the rest of us."

"Yeah. Nobody asks me to do much of anything yet, since I'm still on the young side. I look forward to that changing, but I'm enjoying my free time while I've got it."

"As you should indeed. Speaking of free time though, I've about used mine up. Good luck in your travels."

"Thanks. It was nice meeting you!"

Now to wander around Wyrmrest some more and see what and who else there is to see.

It's fairly empty, apart from the red dragons.

Eventually she takes off for Dalaran, because why not.

Dalaran is in the north of the continent of Lordaeron, so to get there she'll have to cross the ocean. It's a journey of about a week. Less, if she flies non-stop, which would tax her stamina somewhat. There will be small islands dotted around she can stop for a rest on.

Flying nonstop is for people in a hurry. She wants to explore a few of the little islands and also sleep on them.

The islands are, by and large, uninhabited and deserted. One of the larger ones has some ruined stonework and another hosts a small village of trolls.

The ruins are neat. She observes the trolls for a bit before moving on, but doesn't bother them if they don't bother her.

The trolls duck and cover when they see a dragon circling overhead.

Very reasonable of them. She picks a different island to sleep on.

This one has a tribe of murlocs on the southern coast, with little driftwood huts dotting the beach. They seem to forget Maragosa exists as soon as they can't see her.

That's very funny. She will not play peekaboo with the murlocs, but it's undeniably tempting.