Today my mom was telling me about a scene from her childhood. She was about four years old. It was the early 30s and her dad hunted to help feed his family. He kept a kennel of hunting dogs. This was serious business and the dogs were vicious, feral hunters — not pets. The kids were told to stay away from those dogs. Her father was always afraid the dogs would rip the kids apart if they got hold of one.
Mom was never one for minding. One day she decided to hold a tea party. Since she didn’t have dolls or any of her friends close by, she had to be a little more inventive about guests. The dogs were in the kennel and no one else was around so the dogs became the lucky attendees.
Mom dressed the dogs in dresses and hats, set places at her table and they all had tea.
Her father cam home and saw the dogs were out of the kennel. He panicked. With visions of the dogs roaming the area, attacking area animals and children, he went running around to the side of the house to start his search. There he saw the dogs at the table with my mom.
Her dad almost had a heart attack.
When he tried to go to her, the dogs turned, growled at him and went back to their tea.
As my mom was saying this, the Black Dagger Brotherhood popped into my mind. Zsadist’s daughter, Nalla, would probably want to play tea at some point. Like most little girls, she wold probably get daddy to come to her tea. So there’s the image: the Brotherhood — the king, John Matthew and Blay included — sitting around a tiny table, drinking juice from tiny cups as Nalla held court. I can even see Rhage donning a picture hat.
I blame J. R. Ward for this warped image. Thanks, lady!