Jerrick was wondering the country side of Mandalore. He had forgotten so much, missed out on alotm how did two years make that much possible. He shook his head. He was thinking about putting up the helmet and leaving, depressed by the idea he had lost his way. His helmet was under his arms as he walked. He felt to breeze of wind on his face, pushing the hair covering his left side of his face away. He stopped and took in a long inhale. He smiled. It smelt clean here. It smelt like home. He really didn't know where he was, he had just wondered off, walking to no general direction in mind. A small lake was on his right. The sun gleamed off it. Mandalore to its core was beauitful, its people amazing, and its history a roller coaster. He sat down on the coast of the lake laying his helmet next to him and layed back, watching the sky. Its soft blue holding his gaze.