Dove, in chinese, for her beautiful coat.
She is occasionally called "Little Dove" or "Beautiful Dove".
Gezi is often found wandering in the woods, climbing trees to collect the fruit. She has a small obsession with it, and loves to spend nights lounging on branches calmly snacking on various fruit trees she finds. One night, as she was lounging, a form caught her eye in the forest below. It was dark, darker than the surrounding bushes and ground, and it was probably only the full moon light that let her see the quick form pass by. She was intrigued; she didn't run into many other kiamara in the woods, especially not at night, so she decided to try to find out who it was.
It was difficult, following him through the trees, trying not to fall to the ground where the moonlight was too weak, and she couldn't see well. She spent much of the night tracking the dark form, growing more and more curious, until finally it paused in a clearing surrounded by bushy mango trees. She took up residence in one near it, discovering with little surprise that it was indeed a kiamara like herself, one dark and red. He seemed absorbed in the ground below his feet, which she could not see almost at all. Wondering what he was so engrossed in, she leaned forward carefully in the tree, holding a pair of mangos in the paw not safely wrapped around the branch. Frustrated, she tried leaning forward further, moving into dangerously unbalanced territory, her tail now holding onto a branch above and behind her.
He was so wrapped up in the story the shrew was telling he didn't notice anything was amiss until the mango hit him in the head. He snorted his displeasure, standing from his crouch, looking around for the culprit. What in the world would throw a mango at him? It was just barely ripe too, so that meant it had to have been plucked from the tree, and not just dropped like a properly ripe fruit. Narrowing his eyes in an attempt to see more around him, he caught sight of a lighter form in a tree just behind him, and turned around all the way.
Her surprise at her mistake was audible, and she froze in absolute horror when the mango slipped from her paw, bouncing down and smacking the kiamara on the head. When he turned around, her embarrassment and terror could not be more visible, but the shade from the mango tree hid her face from him. Unfortunately, it did not hide her dove-white coat, and he moved until he was almost nose-to-nose with her, and she barely stopped a squeak from escaping, his pretty red eyes catching her by surprise. All the sudden her tail twitched, and the branch it was wrapped around moved, and the moonlight showered down on the two of them.
Her coat shone like a gem, reflecting the moonlight everywhere, including the kiamara's face. She couldn't believe her eyes; he was more handsome than any other kiamara she had seen in her life. She was sure her mouth dropped open, and upon seeing a kiamara revealed in the tree he jerked his head back, twisting to hide his face in a patch of shadow. She must have made some sort of small, distressed noise, and she reached out with her now-free hand to try and touch him.
"You're so-" and then the branch snapped, dumping her unceremoniously on her face, and by the time she straightened herself out he was gone.
