He gazed up at the alien sky, at the clouds rolling high above in potential thunder. Harold had been awake on Sev-Ulkh for about a week now, or whatever fraction of a timescale 7 days was to a Sevani, and a part of him still ached. He missed the familiar scents and sounds and sights of his home on Earth. Missed going to dances with his mother, missed watching metal get sculpted by his father, missed caring for his wonderful collection of plants... Missed his old life, before the invaders came and took it all away from him. Ricardo suddenly nuzzled his leg, the cat's fur grounding him in something familiar amidst the alien landscape. Turning his head, he saw Korath, the first Sevani he met here, looking over at him with concern spread across her mandibles. She bowed her own head in a slight nod—letting the boy take all the time he'd need to let his feelings wash over.

Just a piece I'm glad to finish, even if the 'drawn' part of it is small—my attempt at a more emotional piece, of how Harold Penton must be feeling about being stranded on an alien world, light-years from home with no chance of returning. The background, of course, isn't too alien—I took some pictures of my hometown and mixed them together to make a rocky shoreline under Sev-Ulkh's green sky. Turned out quite nice! The timelapse for this piece is below, as per usual.