Silvermoon City had once been a radiant jewel crowning the north of the Quel'dorei or High Elven Kingdom of Quel'Thalas. But in recent years, an undead army had carved a path right through the centre of the city in order to reach and corrupt the magical Sunwell, a font which had been a source of power and inspiration for her people for millennia. Near 90% of the whole Quel'dorei population had been killed in the invasion, leaving the ancient Kingdom all but ruined. And if that was not enough, the undead Scourge's destruction of the Sunwell had left the remaining elves with crippling withdrawal symptoms, as over the centuries her people had become heavily dependent on its arcane energies.
A brief flirtation with the human led Alliance saw the Quel'dorei betrayed (a recurring theme in her people's history), and had almost got their ruling Prince killed. But now Prince Kael'thas had established himself on a new world with new 'allies', and had sent his people desperately needed solutions for their magic addiction, as well as the hope that he was securing them a bright new future where they would soon be beholden to no one.
As Venara walked at Tyranthis' side, she could see some of their Prince's gifts scattered throughout the city; huge floating green crystals containing highly concentrated magic that had been stolen from the very demons who had orchestrated their great city's fall. Comfortable cushions and throws were sprawled around many of the crystals, where people could relax, converse, and occasionally draw some of the energy out to momentarily soothe their hunger with.
But Venara preferred not to rely on such things herself. The crystals were watched by the many patrolling arcane guardians, and people were strongly 'encouraged' to only partake sparingly, so as to share fairly and to limit the risk of anyone gorging themselves into irreversible corruption. The concentrated fel magic was delicious and easy to access, but it was dangerous to play with. Many Sin'dorei had already hurtled past their limits and now wandered the ruined western half of the old city as shells of their former selves. No longer capable of reasoned thought, their only remaining drive was to seek out and drain any source of magical energy they could get their shrivelled hands on. Disgusting creatures.
Together Tyranthis and Venara had been running their own experiments, and had found that it was possible to extract energy from various kinds of living things. The mana wyrms floating lazily around the city had been one of their first discoveries. As they were largely beings of arcane energy, they had been quite satisfying to feast on. And their numbers were plentiful, so it was unlikely that the pair would be able to make any meaningful dent in the local population with their indulgences alone.
Next they had tried small non-magical creatures; insects, fish, small mammals. The life energy of the creatures proved to be nourishing in its own way, although it did little to scratch their particular arcane itch. One day when Tyranthis had been feeling particularly bold, they had cornered a lone wretched in the abandoned half of the city and were successfully able to combine their arcane abilities to incapacitate the thing and then drain it dry. Still trembling and high on the sense of accomplishment and the creature's fel energies, they had made love right there in the crumbling remains of an old building. As invigorating as the experience had been, they had agreed that the creature had retained too much of the crystals' corruptive energies, and so didn't provide a suitable alternative.
Leaving through the gates of the city and nodding amicably at the guards they passed, the pair followed the towering walls until they reached their secluded bench. It sat beside a small, clear lake that contained colourful little fish, and various flowers blossomed around the area. It was a beautiful spot, but as most people were happy to sit absorbing energy from crystals inside the safety of the city walls, few came out this way. It was a spot that had become special to them; a place where they could relax and simply enjoy each other's company.