Sometime had past since his chance meeting the strange mare Copena, though she'd never been far from his thoughts from that day onwards. He told himself that such thoughts were fruitless, that as pleasant as the meeting had been there was little chance she'd come back to see him again, and as for going to find her, he'd little chance of that as he didn't know where to begin to look for her. It wasn't often a Soquili like Hard found someone who was disposed to remain in his company, happily, for long at all, hense why such a chance meeting had stayed in his memory for so long. It had been months now that he'd called the swamps his home. He was learning the lay of the land, and where was safe to venture and where not, for he was not a slight creature, towering above most mares, and a good hand taller than most stallions, he was a weighty creature, and the swamp posed many threats to those unaware of it's nature.
There was something about the damp micro-climate which suited Hard, the moisture in the air didn't irritate his peculiar wounds on his legs, and kept his throat a little more lubricated so he didn't cough so much. Though there wasn't a day that went by were he didn't curse life for the creature he'd become, where he didn't berate himself for not listening to his parents more, and for pushing out to explore the world with such a young and naïve mentality. He pondered often times on going to find a good Unicorn healer to see if they could help ease his pain, it wasn't his legs so much, it was the damaged tissue in his throat and lungs, which caused him most of the grief. However he'd laugh bitterly at himself, and say it was his punishment, that he should live with it and demonstrate to any youth that came his way what curiosity could do to you.
There was something about the damp micro-climate which suited Hard, the moisture in the air didn't irritate his peculiar wounds on his legs, and kept his throat a little more lubricated so he didn't cough so much. Though there wasn't a day that went by were he didn't curse life for the creature he'd become, where he didn't berate himself for not listening to his parents more, and for pushing out to explore the world with such a young and naïve mentality. He pondered often times on going to find a good Unicorn healer to see if they could help ease his pain, it wasn't his legs so much, it was the damaged tissue in his throat and lungs, which caused him most of the grief. However he'd laugh bitterly at himself, and say it was his punishment, that he should live with it and demonstrate to any youth that came his way what curiosity could do to you.
