Chapter 9“Revered Leader, I bring you my fellow Paramecia, a group of Wrwrmrfn who have acted to the detriment of the pod, for whom I beg your forbearance.” Lydia Procopio lowered herself to her knee. The six-inch layer of muck on the floor gave a satisfying squelch.
She had just arrived in the presence of the oldest Kziznvxrfn, Mrxlwvnfh Gzelfozirh.
Beside Lydia was Xsirh, looking wan but recovering from the injury to his reproductive organelles. The noxious human air and dry environment had done more to exacerbate the injury and damage his system than the actual impact with the corridor wall.
Behind Lydia and Xsirh was the group of Wrwrmrfn, looking abashed. Their leader, Mvoorv Ilfhhlh, stood at their front, her exoderm a sickly pale green, her tentacles drooping at her sides, her ci
