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Mezuari; {meh-zoo-ARE-ee}
It is a Basque word, meaning "snow messenger".
I thought of it after seeing his little bag and the
cute scarf tucked inside! <33 His color scheme,
of course, is snowy as well.
. : G E N D E R : .Mez is, undeniably, a male.. : H O W W I L L Y O U G A I N
H I S T R U S T ? : .
Well, children, the tale is
one of snow and ice, of a destined meeting and
a tiny snow messenger. It starts in the depths of
an icy stone cave...
"Hey!" I yelled peevishly, whipping around to glare at the boy who had just lobbed a snowball at my face. Fortunately my thick parka hood wrapped around my face had protected me from the snowball, the bright blue fabric nearly obscuring my scintillating teal eyes. But not quite.
I saw him turn to run as I stared, but he tripped over his too-large snow boots and fell into the soft, downy snowbank. I didn't bother pursuing him, but I didn't rush over to check on him either. His problem, I snorted in satisfaction.
But while the impact of the white slush hadn't hurt, anger still burned inside of me. I decided to go vent it out in the nearby forest. The piney woods were frightening to most, but I knew my way around well enough to not be afraid of its dark, snowy depths. In the deep winter we had entered, I was sure that not a creature would be stirring, and no human ever dared to enter these woods.
It soon turned out that I had a lot to be angry about. After hurling snowball after snowball at the thin, flaky trunk of a pine tree, at which point it looked more like a powdered cookie, I sat down on a nearby log, burying my face in my cold gloves and sitting silently for several minutes. My golden hair draped around my face, and at that precise moment a bitterly freezing wind, its chill cutting even through the layers of my parka, drew the wavy locks together. I blinked my eyes open wide, as undeniably they were...Pointing? I shivered, and not from the cold. But...I don't believe in omens. No. It must be a mistake. Yet I found myself standing, trudging heavily through the snow while the wind at my back urged me on.
A single snowflake, a white speck against the dark surroundings, drifted into my peripheral vision and landed on my nose. Then another shot past. Soon it became an all-out flurry, and I looked around desperately for shelter, anything that could hide me from the oncoming snowstorm. A black hole, yawning at the very edge of my eyesight, caught my attention and, in a half-hopeless attempt to get to some sort of hideout, I trekked towards it.
But it would soon turn out that I was not alone.
The first thing I noticed was a tiny, weak glow, and not the white glow that any sort of light would have brought. I wrapped my arms around my knees, trembling in a dazed sort of fear- someone, or something, was in here with me. No, it couldn't be a lantern either. While faint, this light was a dark teal shade. I wondered if it was just my imagination, if maybe it would go away, when I got my second clue. A tiny whimpering, similar to that a lost fox kit would make, made my aqua gaze sharpen and my senses go on high alert.
"Hello?" I whispered tentatively into the darkness. After waiting what felt like a small eternity, I called again softly, "Is anything...anyone there?"
The only response I heard was a slightly louder whimpering. Gritting my teeth and steeling my courage, I wriggled back into a smaller branch of the cave where the creature- whatever it was- must have been hiding. I jumped every time my hand brushed a wall or the ceiling, for I was so afraid of it touching something other than cold, dead stone. Several minutes passed, me groping blindly, before it did.
"Yaaah!" I yelped- nearly screamed, actually- as I made contact, leaping back from the small animal. I kept shaking my hand as though something was clinging to it that I was trying to get off. Brrrrr, I thought, my lip trembling. I let out a low moan into the darkness, of fear and desperation, but quickly shut up when I heard a higher-pitched moan echoing back.
"H....hello?" I repeated, my voice quaking horribly even as I tried to steady it. And this time, a small thing appeared. The first thing I noticed was the dark teal glow cast all over it, and the slight transparency of its body. Then the grey markings became a bit clearer by the dim light, a pattern of light grey-blue and aquamarine stripes. A mop of medium grey hair flopped over its forehead, and as it lifted its face I saw masculine eyes the exact color of mine, just many shades lighter. "Hhhh!" I gasped quietly into the darkness, stumbling back. Frightened, I saw the kit- or whatever it was- close its eyes and flinch backwards as well.
Then a bit of memory clicked into my mind, and slowly, the full masterpiece unraveled. I thought it was only folklore that these creatures ever existed...but...there's one right here! I thought, my mind racing in shock. Slowly, I reached out to touch it.
"A Milky Way Kit."
Immediately I began thinking of a way to tame him. How would one go about simply taming a spirit, after all? Perhaps my warmth would be enough. "Come here," I crooned softly, unzipping my parka and opening the left side of the blue material to reveal a warm white inside. He took a tentative step forward, as though lured by the soft fuzziness. "I won't hurt you," I continued in a low, soothing voice, and to my surprise, he crept a few inches closer. "That's it," I coaxed, "just a little bit closer, now. Right here, see?"
I held my breath as he walked forth until he was but a stride from me- then, to my utter shock, he bounded into the parka, jerking me backwards against the cave floor. I heard a crack in my back pocket, but I knew what it was. Smiling into the darkness, I rolled over and unwrapped the candy cane- now perfectly split in half, for the two of us to share. It sealed the deal, I think. Both of us crunching happily, I stood and murmured, "Mez...Mez...Mezuari. Yes, that's it. I'll name you Mezuari, for you are the messenger hidden in the snow." I took the bag slung over my shoulder, the carrier bag, and placed it around his shoulders instead, murmuring, "Here. You are a messenger, and all messengers must have their bag." It was a bit big, but evidently he didn't mind. I crawled back out of the cave, where the snow still fell, but only in a few lazy flakes. I reached out and caught another in my cupped blue gloves, then called the the Milky Way Kit, "Come on, Mez. If you trust me, let's go."
