Chapter 8It wasn't far from Theogony to Kziznvxrz, and Lydia didn't have much time.
She shrugged out of the restraints and immediately inspected the door to the container. The Kzizn were remarkably adept at harnessing fluids to their purposes, but equally inept with solids.
They'd put the hinges on the insides of the doors.
She smirked, shaking her head, and got to work.
Without prisons—or the need for them—the Kzizn were virtually without experience in containing each other. The first time Lydia had come across a jail cell on a human-colonized planet, she'd stared at it for hours, trying to warp her mind around what it meant. Depriving another creature of its liberty was as untenable to Kziznvxrz as a tidal mudflat to humans.
Patiently, she unscrewed the hinges using a hairpin, the p
