ooh goodness, I love this a lot <333 marking
, unsure if I'm really gonna try out yet...? i love her too much goodness
name; Panthea Maria Evelldin
gender; Female
favorite hobby;Singing [250/250] wrote:The snow was beautiful. The flakes, fat and lazy through the window, swirled daintily in the cold wind's breath to heap up against the side of the house. Winter wasn't quite her favorite season, but she did love the snow. It was so pretty and fun to play in.
Their fire crackled heartily in its stone cubby, every so often emitting a loud pop that sent sparks flying. The sounds were nearly drowned out, however, by the giggling of the two viscets sitting in the great wooden rocking chair resting near the fireplace. The small one, encased in the arms of the larger one, was squirming relentlessly.
"Momma, I want cookies!"
"You'll get a cookie if you're good, sweetheart. First you have to be still and sing with mommy."
"I'll get a cookie then?"
"Yes, sweetie. Besides, it's your favorite song."
"Ooh, I'm sing!"
"You will sing, dearie. Are you ready?"
"Yes!"
The snow flutters against the window as the small one finally stills. The large one adjusts the other's position in her lap, petting the tiny pink mane softly for a moment as they rock gently. They look at each other as the large one begins to nod slowly.
"Have yourself a merry little christmas
"let your heart be light
"from now on your troubles will be out of sight..."
As a viscling, Panthea would sing with her mother quite frequently. It's one of her favorite things about her mother, and it instilled a love of singing in her.
Baking [250/250] wrote:"Panni, come down now or you aren't getting your turn to lick the spatula!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming!"
Thundering steps come rolling down the stairs. A pink viscet tears around the corner and launches into the kitchen, paws deft, and slides to a halt on the smooth tile. Her tail whisks from side to side as she trots to the pantry.
"Panthea, honestly, don't run down the stairs like that."
"i know, mom, I could hit Darius, I'll be careful," she replies amicably. She reaches for the apron that hangs on the door hook, slipping the sturdy material over her head and fastening the ties over her back.
When she steps back out and heads for the sink, her mother is already pulling out a separate bowl, her maroon apron nearly pristine. "Red velvet?"
Panthea considers for a moment as she shuts off the sink, reaching for a towel. "We made that last time, didn't we?"
"No, we made pound cake last time, remember?"
She offers a sheepish grin, her paws reaching for the eggs. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Then sure. Do we have everything?"
"We should in a minute here. I sent your father out with a list not too long ago, and if he isn't too distracted he should be back soon. We have all the dries, at least."
Smiling, Panthea straightens her apron. "Let's get to it, then."
Baking is Panthea's greatest passion. She loves everything about it, and seeks to make it her career.
Journaling [250/250] wrote:"This is for you."
The book that's placed in her paws is brown and leather-bound. Thin lines of metal embroider the edges of both the spine and the front cover, and a golden tab decorates the middle of the right edge. Opening the book reveals page after yellow-toned page of empty lines and blank spaces. On the very first page is a this book belongs to, and her name is written in with pink pen.
Blinking, Panthea looks up to her parents, her eyes questioning. Her mother's smile is tinged with sorrow.
"We've already said it a million times, but we love you so much, honey, and we're so proud of you for chasing your dream and making it this far. We wanted to give you a way to remember your days."
"They start to blur once you get as old as your mom here," her father adds with a huge grin. Her mother elbows him as she rolls her eyes.
"The point is, Panthea, that we want you to be able to look back on your years and see how you've changed. We want you to turn around and say, wow, look how far I've come."
"We're going to miss you so much, cupcake," her father says gently.
Tears brimming, Panthea throws her arms around her parents, burying her face in their fur.
"I love you guys. So much," she whispers.
Panthea writes a journal entry at least once a day so that she can see where she's been.
extras;;Cupcakes [468/500] wrote:APF. Sugar. Salt. Eggs, brown, large. Baking soda and powder. Cinnamon. Nutmeg. Chocolate chips--do I need chocolate chips?--no, maybe not, but I have them--and white chocolate chips, I have those too. Milk. Cream. Do I need cream?
"Have you got the yeast?" called Banana from the sink.
Ah, yes, and the yeast. "Yes," called Panthea in return. "We should be fully stocked on everything we need now, if you've gotten your list."
The striped viscet snorted, swiping her paws on her apron as she approached. "You know me, Panni. I don't forget anything on a list."
Both females giggled as they began their work. Banana dug through her cabinets and drawers, pulling out utensils, bowls, and the odd ingredient as Panthea began organizing her purchases.
"Should we use coloring on these?" she mused as she opened the flour.
A brown ear flicked in her direction, angled slightly by the tilt of Banana's head. "Up to you, honey. I don't much mind either way."
"Then I think I'd like pink this time. The last few have been blue and yellow."
"Sounds fine by me. Speaking of pink, how is Janice? I haven't seen her in some time."
Panthea chuckled as she stirred the powders, listening to Banana's whisk against the metal bowl. "She's doing wonderfully, both her and my father. She asked me to send you her love, and she'd like to know how Laszlo's doing."
The pleased sound that came from Banana's throat was louder than she'd expected, and she tilted her bowl accordingly as a milky egg mixture began to trickle into the finely-mixed powders. "Oh, he's doing wonderfully! He's finally gotten himself a girlfriend--she's so sweet, and lovely too. I'm proud of my boy."
Panthea giggles as she lowers her own whisk back into the mixture. "You mothers and your child-gossip."
"Oh, you'll understand it one day, dear," the older female responds with a dismissive wave of her paw.
"Hmm, perhaps," Panthea mused, gaze focused on the swirling contents of her bowl. "Me, I think I'll be fine with my cupcakes and my bread for some time."
"How fine, do you think? After all, you aren't excatly making any money off of it just yet. There's nothing wrong with a passion, but you do need an income."
Panthea screws up her nose as she sets aside the whisk, reaching for the fresh dough with both paws. "You sound like my mother. And I do have an income, just...not in what I love."
Banana laughs mildly. "You and the rest of the world, dearest."
"Just you wait," Panthea tells the older female as she unscrews the red food coloring. "I'll have that bakery yet."
Banana is smiling as she watches the first few drops begin to stain the bland dough pink. "Then you'd better keep at it."
ideas box wrote:-apprentice to Banana, just setting off on her own
-trying to start up a bakery
-having difficulties
-for baking hobby segment:
-snippet into a moment between her mother and sibling as a child
-helping bake cookies, carefully coached by her mother
-small bittle about the reason she loves baking
-for singing hobby segment:
-snippet into a moment between her mother and her as a child again, younger this time
-this time in the winter, in front of the fireplace, watching the snow fall
-singing christmas song (guess which one lol)
-for journaling hobby segment:
-snippet into a moment between her and her parents as a teen/adolescent moving out
-mother hands her a journal and explains the benefits
-gets a little sappy and Panni is embarrassed but she loves her mom so it's all good
-she journals to record her journey through her life
-for x500 extra:
-practicing baking skills with banana
-"one day", she declares, "i'm going to open my own bakery!"
-"then you'd better keep at it," banana smiles.
