I can be cast but I am not plaster. Compared to my cousin, I melt faster. I'm my mother and father forged into one. I heralded an age, but by my cousin undone.

I hold up a flower and support a flute. Marie Curie and Ada Lovelace paved the way for girls -in- me as an acronym.

America had four main types... until one cost them so much money to mint that they quit. What am I?

First four: stink, mire in piles. Three more: period, longest of whiles. Captives encaged; Proud ruins, defiled

I guard the sands where secrets sleep, With lion’s strength and wisdom deep. I ask no words, yet riddles cling, To ancient stone and silent wing. Part beast, part thought, part mythic link. Name me now, what do you think?