Sprawled over half the couch, legs hanging over the armrest at the knees, I looked up at the warden. She returned my gaze, sitting close enough for the top of my head to press lightly against her thigh.

“A gun’s a kind of weapon from my world. It shoots small bits of metal called ‘bullets’ at really high speeds,” I said, answering her question.

“So it grants capabilities similar to my magic as a Earthbolt?”

“Uh, just the shooting part, but yeah.”

“Is it like a bow? Do you carry these bullets on your person as you would a quiver of arrows?”

“Sort of… you can carry some with you, but the way you use them is by loading the bullets into the gun. After that you can fire them one at a time before needing to put in more. The one I made can hold six shots before I need to reload it.”

“Interesting… and you know how to make these bullets?”

During my research about revolvers when I’d worked at my uncle’s shop, I’d looked a bit into how bullets are made, making me think I could conjure s