Peering at where Jemunu-jah was pointing, Hasa saw an ear-size bulge attached to Masurathoo’s back. Dark green splotched with black streaks and spots, it was clearly visible through the transparent rain cape and between shredded folds of shockingly bright attire.
While Hasa did his best to hold the twitching, gurgling Deyzara down, Jemunu-jah unsealed and removed their companion’s rain cape. Unwinding their companion’s body wrappings proved more difficult, as there were as many different ways for a Deyzara to arrange his attire as there were clashing colors to choose from. Eventually, the Sakuntala managed to expose the Deyzara’s ventral side from neck to lower torso.
At least two dozen kaema had attached themselves to the smooth bright pink skin. They either had been living in or had come up through the moss mass. Hasa studied them in fascination. They looked like so many green limpets fastened to pink granite. He spoke the first thought that came to mind.
“Parasites?”
“Actually, no.” Sitting back on his haunches, the Sakuntala no longer appeared concerned. “The kaema are benign travelers. Left alone, they do no harm to those they choose to ride. Attach themselves to any creature traveling through forest.” Making a six-fingered cup shape with one hand, he held it out over the convulsing Deyzara’s bare back. “Underside of kaema looks like this. Secure to travel host with suction. Drop off when reach a place they like.” His lips parted, showing sharp teeth. “Sakuntala usually not bothered. Hard to get a grip on fur with suction.”