Piece Number 3; Timbur stagnates an answer to a fellow filly who asks of her parents, what they’re like, as in they’re mind they’re severed from reality to remember their drunkard, neglectful father and abusive mother. They imagine a looming sight of darkness and evil surrounding around them, trapped by their mother’s grip, as their every word is watched, and listened to. What a poor filly. Sorry this is late y’all, I ended up being super busy yesterday! ~Grr







