Fairspell Meadow Fine mom

@Lyda, sorry it's kind of short xP

Thatch trotted along, enjoying the bright sunny day. Today would be a great day to kill dad. He thought the cheerfully grim thought as he stopped to smell a flower. It didn't smell like blood, but it did smell nice. Thatch wasn't always crazy, sometimes he could be sweet. But that was only when he let his guard down. So seeing that he was alone, he sat down and rolled around in the bed of flowers. If felt good to let go, to forget his rage and hatred. And this beautiful day was just perfect for that.