The titan woman trotted through the lands. If her son got to explore, maybe it was time for her to explore too. The woman didn't know a fear of others. Even her stature trumped most, so the woman rarely had anything to fear. It showed, too. Her head held high, her trot without worry. Why should she care? She shouldn't. She didn't. Most of the time anyway. She didn't care where she was going or why, she just did. Later, when she was tired, she would head back home, maybe talk to Valen or Revenge, maybe sleep with one or both of them and call it a day. That's how it was right now. It wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst. She had food and she was working towards a rank. She wasn't where she wanted to be, but she wasn't all around unhappy. Esti was just Esti.
