Dragoncrest Cliffs waiting for the 7.18

 Étoille has never in his life been so tired. He has traveled far and wide, sure, but always at a pace of leisure, dedicating his days to a carefully cultivated ease. Making himself useful for Drageda has proven to be something precious, but there is a physical toll. 

 Still. He is glad for the successful outcome, even if Wildfire had to be left at the Caldera for now. He is glad to have proven himself to Heda - he likes the way his new title, Rauna, feels in his mouth. He is glad to have a home to return to - and choupinou as well, who is, he supposes, something like a ward to him. Though he would never say so aloud and risk Eske's fury. 

 The titan is tired but nonetheless awake, and so has walked fairly northward, towards the cliffs as close as he's able. The view of the sea is breathtaking - a soothing image for him even still. With a contented sigh he settles, one paw folded over the other, and watches the ocean in peaceful silence.