Prim's POV:
Maybe they saw the glitter in my eyes as I laid them on the beauty presented in front of me. I did not even realize that I was a gun-gal until I actually fired one and the smell of burnt gunpowder hit my nostrils. Seeing the way the bullets I aimed hit the target and caused it damage, and I was certain that if it was a real person, I could have killed him or her.
A bit macabre, yes, I know. But it is what I felt.
Godric was dying to hear me say something. Anything.
In my world, gifting a gun was not normal. But I was no longer in that world.
Heck, what should I even say? What can I say?
"Well?" He prompted me.
"Um," I swallowed hard. "What's going on?"
"Excuse me, I am Noli. Permission to discuss the merits of this gun, sir?" He turned to Godric for approval of his act
