Inej feels only a little out of place. It's a lonesome feeling, being a bit of a widow at a wedding. She refuses to let it bring her down. Instead, she comes baring a gift for the newly weds and a good attitude, and the twins looking smart in matching little outfits for the day.
It is nothing at all like her own wedding in the park, insistently imbued with Suli traditions. But of course it wouldn't be. Instead, it is exactly what Marcus and his new husband need it to be, and Inej can't help but be infused with happiness for the both of them.
During the party, while the sun is still up, Inej is easy enough to find, mostly trying to keep the twins from running too much amok. As the evening winds down, she puts them down in a travel play pen in a discrete corner and finally feeds herself.
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It is nothing at all like her own wedding in the park, insistently imbued with Suli traditions. But of course it wouldn't be. Instead, it is exactly what Marcus and his new husband need it to be, and Inej can't help but be infused with happiness for the both of them.
During the party, while the sun is still up, Inej is easy enough to find, mostly trying to keep the twins from running too much amok. As the evening winds down, she puts them down in a travel play pen in a discrete corner and finally feeds herself.