Practically perfect // open+tenderfoot tryouts // in every way

[jacob w.c.]

//retro to capture

Jacob was excited for this but he felt his heart hammering against his chest. It was so hard, he thought the others might be able to hear it if they listened close enough. His paws were shaking. He wasn't sure why. This was a good day and he wasn't the one under observation. He would just be giving a simple lesson and observing and listening to how others answered questions. That was it. He had everything planned, with notes and herbs and props and everything. But he still shook. He forced himself to take deep breaths. He would do this today. If he didn't work up the courage now, he might never do it and put it off forever and that wasn't an option. When he'd collected himself enough not to shake everything out of his bag, he ventured outside and set out the herbs and bandages and a few stuffed animals he'd gathered. He looked over it all, taking note of the way his own lungs filled with air and released it. For a moment, he let his thoughts only fall to his lungs and his heart. It was slowing now. He could do this. He was designed for this. He wouldn't fail. "If anyone's interested in tryin' out ta' be a tenderfoot, my apprentice, then come on over 'ere. If ya' wanna learn a think or two 'bout medicine but aren't interested, jus' let me know n' ya' can watch and listen ta' everythin' n' participate as much as ya' like," he called, his tone growing more confidant the longer he spoke. He'd be a good teacher, he was sure of it. He'd be good.

★ though the scars remain and tears will never dry, i'll bless my homeland til i die ━