Silver Gold
...and the woman who shapes them.
GRAAAAH IM LATE BUT I LOVE ROSEEEEE GRAHHHHH
Silver for the goddess whom she reveres so. Gold for the brother who will forsake all that they know. Both built with delicate hands and dedicated machines. All put together, piece by piece. Vanea dutifully doing her part.
Always helping, no matter the blood that came to stain her hands. Eventually, it became no different from the blood spilled by her kin that day. More blood, more sins. More to add to what she would repent for one day.
When Meyneth returned, then she would see herself brought to justice. Just a little longer, just a little more.
She just needed a little more time.