Coming Storm
Time spent in Resa was always spent well. The people lived simple, fulfilling lives. It was a blessing to watch over them and see them grow. Stone would outlive many of them, and likely had outlived most of their respective parents and even grandparents. His duty to his people was a simple one. Show the future the wisdom of the past. Be there to guide, to educate. To remind those that still lived that those who had died became one with the Manda.
The hulking Beorni stood at the edge of the small town, watching it's people go about their daily lives one last time. He would leave soon enough, to head back to his trek through the mountains to better understand the spirits desire. Where Mandalorians became part of the One, nature's spirits and his own past heritage taught him that the land itself had it's own soul. One that needed to be respected and honored on it's own. He turned from the village gate, shouldering his pack so he could better learn the spirits so he could teach the others.
Shai Maji