"There," he finally says. "Now you can look."
I don't open my eyes just yet. Instead, I tease him a little more. "What am I looking for?"
"Home," Mycrul says.
For some reason, a knot of emotion forms in my throat. I open my eyes, and I stare out at the new world, at Risda III. It's nothing like the wild jungle planet, with its daily rain, endless mud, and constant bugs. It's not nearly as green for one. There's greenery, all right, but there's a small, square patch of city spread out just below the hangar area up on the cliffs, where the ships dock. In the distance, I can see people on the streets, and small buildings lined up. Strangely enough, it reminds me of a Wild West town, with everything along Main Street. But the people here are wearing different clothing, and it takes me a moment to realize that their faces are…human.
Beyond the little settlement, hills upon hills roll into the distance. They're mostly golden, divided into neat squares, and reminds me of farmland back home. There's even black dots wandering over the fields, and those must be the cattle.
It's so quiet and pastoral and homey…and it's perfect.
At my side, Mycrul squeezes my hand. "What do you think?"
I look up at him, so happy I could burst. "I think we're home."