<i>Madness of Flowers</i> WIP (sort of)

A sailor brought him a rifled musket, which Onesiphorous sighted in on the shadows ahead before he realized he didn’t know how to fire it. Still, it made him feel good to hold the weapon. He pretended to hold his fire while surreptitiously examining the trigger and the tiny levers around it.

“Above and forward of the trigger, on the left side,” Kalliope whispered. “It’s called the safety catch. It’s intended to keep foolish dwarfs from shooting their own nuts off.”

“I’m too short to shoot my own nuts off with a rifle.”

“Then someone else’s nuts.”

“Isn’t that the whole point of a rifle, to shoot someone else’s nuts off?”