Closed to @sundialhuntress — “Phoenix Mirror”
It’s done.
Finally, after all these months working her ass off to open up this place. Her own shop. She knew her master would be proud, were he not in a collapsing universe. Old man’s got too much going on now. He’ll rest easy knowing that our lineage lives on, Juno thought.
It was nice to be back in a foundry, no less. More work means more drinks with Deunan.
The door creaked. Juno’s head perks up.
A woman she’d never seen before came in. One with a cowboy hat and long brown hair. The snake like smile on her face was reminiscent of the one on Juno’s right now. She walks up to the counter, from the shadows in the back. “You look like you fan your guns,” Juno says with a smirk. “Tell me, how fast can you empty the chamber? You know, without hurting your off-hand on the hammer?” Juno looks down at the dual holster, to the revolvers hanging there. Some hand made looking knock off of some American gun, it seems. Not made for fanning. Thumbing in this case, probably. She dual wields. Makes sense. “Or damaging your pieces, in this case,” she tacks on.