It had, Belladonna conceded, been a beautiful service. Bedrock Gardens could not have been a more lovely backdrop for the ceremony and the pure joy in the glowing faces of the newlyweds was clear for all to see. Bella had never been a romantic - she had known so many hearts that had turned from love to hate, or resentment, or fear, or ruthless ambition, and thence to nightshade; had played her part in ending far too many imperfect unions not to be a little jaded - but still, it pleased her to see her younger brothers so happy. And if privately, cynically, she might have pondered how long that happiness would last, well, Belladonna kept it to herself. Moving to join her brothers, she had only the warmest smiles for the couple.
"Dearest Ganja, my earth-brother - and Heroin, son of the poppy. It warms my heart to see you joined in such happiness, truly it does." Close to them, the sense of power of the newly-joined gods was so thick it was almost tangible. Such strength. It near overwhelmed her. Stepping close to plant a kiss on each brother's cheek, it was all she could do not to gasp at the dizzying buzz of power that pulsed within them, a divinity but barely contained by their mortal skins.
But her face showed none of her disquiet, and when she separated from them her eyes were still shining. "All joy to you, brothers. It is a rare thing you share, and I rejoice for you." And then she left them in a whisper of green silk, in search of somewhere inconspicuous to sit until her knees had stopped shaking.