This is already an intense experience and it is about to get even more intimate. Smellier too, since the towering goliath is composed of wet soil, mushrooms, branches, and every loose artifact of nature. Molded into a mammoth scantily clad and human-shaped being... You wonder if the earth giant has advanced intelligence, but your thoughts are cut short once you're flicked...
You scream for dear life, closing your eyes and waiting for the incoming splat. Instead you do land on a surface, strong enough to knock the wind out of you, but not enough to crush you... You open your eyes realizing that you have instinctively been grabbing onto this new layer. The surface is rough, a texture that is like dirty layer, there are clumps of dirt and the smell is incredibly powerful. An overbearing musk... you are hanging onto a wrinkled fold, now realizing that you are clinging to dear life on the earth titan's loincloth! It explains the familiarity of the powerful male odor, and the element forming the earth giant... The smell at first was so strong that it almost made you faint... But now you grow accustomed to it, breathing in the heavy fumes as you travel up the waves of the loincloth's wrinkles.
The thundering footsteps shake the foundation of the earth. You're hanging on very tight and being so small makes the titan's movements seem especially slow. Then again the giant might be moving at a fairly reduced pace compared to other beings. You are a voyeur on his journey and needing a break, or a rest for the titanic being so you can jump off unnoticed. Until then you are a speck on the most intimate area of the giant's body... Maybe it is the musk or the approaching cold in the air but you feel disoriented, seeking warmth and scrambling madly for an opening on the wall of leather that is saving your life.