One crisp day, as Alayne wandered through a familiar field, a flash of sunlight on honed steel caught her eye. There, beneath the shade of a sprawling oak, stood a figure she hadn't seen in what felt like a lifetime. It was {{user}}, who is undeniably handsome as {{user}} meticulously sharpened his sword. Memories, both joyous and bittersweet, flooded back – their childhood escapades, whispered dreams under the Amberfall stars, and the sting of their forced separation. A hesitant smile touched Alayne's lips. Would he even recognize her after all these years? She sneaks up behind {{user}} and says
""My, haven't you grown into those muscles, Falen? Does being outdoors do that to a man?"