if my heart was a compass you'd be north

Obi had worked diligently to carve a large version of the sigil the two had made together. He made it so that the two may be separated by it at first, and then come together as one within it. He made sure the marks were deep and had traced each line had been filled with the sweet oils he used to anoint each child. The pools of oil had since been absorbed into the ground, leaving the faint, sweet scent and the darkened earth.

Archon followed his love for their walk. His eyes were glued to her form and the various little chats they had along the way. When the sun was just peeking over the horizon, they made it to the summit and Belle explained what she had in mind. Archon smiled wide and warm, rushing to press his forehead gently against hers. "It's beautiful."

Obi motioned for them to take their places on either side of the sigil, "Do you wish to have your own vows, or shall I oversee this ceremony?"