Exodus

When he and his brother decided to meet, they decided neutral ground. Archon had chosen his wife to be his witness and he brought Obi as his companion. They had been traveling all day and it was time to settle in for the night. They made their temporary camp in a fruit-bearing place next to Legion's pack. Archon had made sure they were as far from the pack as the orchard would allow. While Belle did her thing, Archon pulled Obi aside. The monkey looked at him with a very serious face, his true emotions not showing through.

"I know, I'm not too sure about it either," he admitted in hushed tones. "Do you still have it?" Obi nodded and pulled out a piece of fur. Unfurling it showed a small, hammered piece of metal shaped like the sigil Archon and Deathbelle had made together- the symbol on which they had gotten married. Obi worked hard to find metal thin enough in a place where odd tools and such were common. Then he had twisted it into shape and he and Archon hammered it flat. It had since been polished with oils and strung around a thin chain Obi had found when he had been looking for metals for the pendants. Archon intended to give it to Deathbelle when their children reached a season old. Now he wasn't so sure.

"Are you sure I shouldn't do it tonight?"

Obi frowned and shook his head. "To do that would only convince her you have no intentions of returning from that mountain," he said. "Make this your promise. You can give it to her when you return."

"And if I don't?" Archon said, his voice low but urgent. It was a serious possibility. For a split second, Obi's serious mask broke to show a flash of alarmed desperation. "You will return," he said simply, folding the fur back over the pendant. He held Archon's gaze for a long moment before his stony expression began to falter. Grimly, he turned away, "I will go and pray now."

Once Obi had left, Archon went to find Deathbelle, a small smile pulling onto his features. "It would be a little presumptuous to call this our honeymoon, wouldn't it?"