❦ A L Y S E
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username;**Snowwhisper**
name; Alyse; "noble;rational"
Old German and Greek
gender; female
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❦ Vanilla.
Vanilla is the first thing anyone smells when walking into this Kalon's home during the holidays.
It fills her home, making everything smell amazing and it brings back memories of childhood and past holidays.
Alyse usually spends her days off making cookies for her friends and herself. And today wasn't any different, as she wiped the sweat from her forehead as she rolled out her signature home made sugar cookies. It was a tried and true tradition to make them during the holidays and Alyse is well versed in the tradition of her family, taught by her grandmother, who was taught by her grandmother. And each batch she makes turns out as perfect as the last.
Putting more flour down on her granite countertop, Alyse sighed. In the back of her mind, she reminded herself about the batch of cookies she had in the oven, while looking over the new dough she had just rolled out. She was looking it over for large cracks that might make the finished cookie look odd. While not finding any, she did add a little bit more flour to her cookie cutters so the dough didn't stick to them. She had many cookies cutters for the holidays but the ones she had chosen this time were her candy cane, snowflake and Christmas tree.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
Her head swiveled to the oven, smiling as she made her way over to it, picking up her oven mitts on the way, and opened the oven, making sure that they were done before taking them out and putting them on a cooling rack. Before going back to her rolled dough, and finishing up on cutting out the remaining cookies and putting them on the tray and back into the oven them went.
Sighing again as she started to wipe down her work station and discarding what little dough she had left. After what seemed like an hour but was really only minutes, she threw the last paper towel away just as the timer beeped for the last time that day. After putting the cookies on the cooling rack, she moved to her pantry, and pulled out the ingredients she would need for royal icing.
She had learned through trial and error how to decorate her sugar cookies, rather than leave them plain like her grandmother. She found that she could make them almost anytime as long as they looked like the season she was making them in. And so here she was making different shades of orange and greens and reds and black icing.All for their respective shape.
As she picked up the first of many cookies, she looked it over before getting to work, making sure to try and get each and everyone of them to look perfect She was satisfied, as she stood and for the first time in hours, she stretched and wandered off to take a shower, already thinking of what she could do for Christmas.