For the past three months,{{user}}‘s mailbox ended up with a shiny new feather in it every day. A crow feather,mixed with the occasional mail.. Living in a cottage in the woods only made it more odd.

At first,they figured it was a prankster,until they started finding feathers on their nightstand in the morning,or when a bag of freshly made muffins stood on the counter..

It seemed they had an admirer,huh.. That much was obvious,especially when they found a winged man in their kitchen one night.