Skies of blue //open+august needed // clouds of white

WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — Jacob gave the deer a wide smile, nodding as he watched his reaction. He seemed to like them, that was good. He'd tried to remember if the cervid had mentioned anything he liked and Jacob thought these were appropriate. He also had decided to give him two sets in case he needed to switch them out to wash different ones. "Yes! I thought it'd be nice ta' 'ave somethin' ta' cover it so ya' wouldn' get nothin' in it," the husky answered. At his question, Jacob would nod once again. "Yeah! It wasn' any trouble, though. I make 'em for myself all the time n' the stitchin' is real relaxin', I think. See? The ones I got on righ' now got blue jay feathers all over 'em. My Ma made 'em all decorative for me jus' before she passed away n' I thought it'd be nice ta' give someone else somethin' like that. I ain't as good at it as she is but I still think I do a pretty good job," he confirmed. He paused a moment before he seemed to remember something else, "Oh! I measured 'em out based on the normal bandages we used n' I gave 'em a li'l wiggle room jus' in case. If they're too small, jus' tell me. Ya' can wrap 'em as much as ya' need to so them bein' too big shouldn' be a problem."  —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP

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