The mice on the moon and the mice who just arrived on the moon met at the entrance of the tunnels protected by Lu’na-ris.

“Mikwiiiwii?” [You the new guys?]

“Yiikii?” [Yeah? Why?]

“Sii-eeekii!” [This place is all yours! Now give us the suits!]

That was the entirety of the handover from the old batch to the new.

At long last! They could return to their home on the surface of the planet Sorrel II! It had been a nervous, adventurous, and sometimes tedious couple years or so of living on the moon cut off from home suddenly thanks to the Meorin expedition... but at last, they were going home!

For a dragon, a couple years was nothing, a mere eye-blink in their lifespans. For a human, two years was a maturing youth leaving home for college or an extended expedition worthy of a distant voyage.

For a lynxmouse, two years could practically account for entire generations. More than half the returnees had been born and lived most of their e