hand blueprinting

Hot damn, it was hard to write when you only had one hand! Luckily enough for Rosaline, she was skilled with both. A piece of paper was spread out before her, wide and dotted with lists of materials.

She needed a hand.

Those things were harder to draw than anything Rosaline had ever seen in her entire fucking life. Why were hands even like that? Why did Kraus do that? With an anatomy book beside her, she began to sketch out the skeleton of a hand...

Notes were bulleted next to it. Inner structures are mithril -- make it thick so it's hard to break.

There were so many bones in the wrist! Who even needed this? Prosthetics were so weird! Rosaline's frustration was unnumbered as she went on, until finally, the skeleton of the makeshift hand was finished.

With a huff, she folded the paper together and wrote, FOR AKROMA in big letters on the front.
(Rosaline Floures)
She couldn't just have a skeleton for a hand. Rosaline also needed skin! It certainly wouldn't be warm if it was made out of metal, but at least it could grab and hold stuff with the help of runes.

Akroma did know runes, right?

This thought sent anxieties pouncing on Rosaline's peace of mind, but she had to go onwards! The next piece of blueprinting paper was spread out before her. The hand would have to consist of two pieces of cast metal placed and screwed together with flexible areas for joints.

A tiny note was written in the top right corner of the paper...

Use Orichalcum for this.

Hours were spent perfecting the angles, the pieces, the details, every little bit that Akroma would have to work on. What, you thought Rosaline was going to make this herself?!

Her hand was black with lead by the time she finished, and eraser shavings littered the table. It was time to send this off in the mail!
(Rosaline Floures)