The Dancing Moon little hill

It was a quiet night as Mark stared at the waterfall, he was feeling empty without love, friends, not even able to dream at night. He had a room rented at the Dancing Moon yet he felt that the hill was a far better place for him to be, finding no pleasure in sleeping he stood there, awake through the night looking at the waterfall.

The a light breeze flutters through the trees, carrying with it the familiar scent of Cadence's favorite perfume. If one were to listen, they could almost hear her lilting voice singing a soothing lullaby, though no one is there.

After a night guarding the place Mark let out a sigh and looked around worried about the future of his only spot to hang out, he could almost feel Cadence roaming through the place but there was nobody around. Cadence, what was of her? He knew of her condition and due to his actual situation he could only curse at the Gods, foolish woman, how long would she linger?

During the day, the moonelf known as Amatria comes to the Dancing Moon. If Mark is still on the small hill, she sits on the benches by the bridge. If he looks at her, she gives a wave and a nod, but otherwise she doesn't initiate contact.
She finds her lute, tunes it carefully, but thoroughly, before she starts playing the simple melody, she taught him.

After a time alone, Mark makes his way down to the benches and sits there, playing his lute too, after a few songs he stands walking away "Not yet, Amatria, not yet"

Amatria sighs deeply and sits there, continuing to play, until her escort arrives and she leaves, keeping her promise about not going alone.