What are you?

"What are you?" Both the Andalite child and the young Hork-Bajir seem to be asking this question. It's a little startling, but a friendly meeting, nonetheless. (This Hork-Bajir is not a Yeerk-infested, by the way.)

The background is rubbish, but I always liked the expressions on the Andalite's and the Hork-Bajir's faces, and it's still one of my favorites. Oh, and hands with seven fingers are not entirely easy to draw right.

(Hee hee, the spell check doesn't like half the words in this description.)