The man walked out of the forest, unclasping the sword from his belt, and sitting it next to him, looking down upon it as an adult would look down upon an innocent child with a smile and a pat on the head.
He closed his eyes, resting his head against the trunk of the tree, basking in the shade that the old growth had to offer.
He opened his eyes, staring upwards, and saw her face among the clouds, her beauty uncomparable, her expressions those of joy, and her eyes glistening with compassion and care.
It was then that the man realized he had fallen deeply in love.
Durandal the Rampant Community Member 
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