Right behind the tree, was a hooded figure. Broad, tanned shoulders with six-pack abs gave it away that 'it' was a he. He was sitting down crossed-legged, hammering away at something he held in his hands. "I wonder what he's doing," Ashlynn pondered. Just as she was about to guess what it was, the hooded man stood up and walked over to a nearby tree. He reached out and hung his completed project onto a branch. It was a birdhouse.
Ashlynn stifled a gasp. Only a huntsman had such amazing craftsmanship skills, but they only used it for chopping firewood. But He is different. Ashlynn watched on as He whistled a melodious tune, calling out to some woodland birds. Soon enough, a family of robins flew by and He gestured them into the birdhouse. The robins flew in, testing out the birdhouse before singing their song of thanks and appreciation.
At that moment, Ashlynn knew. He was the one. The one and only true love.
