The clans had little space to work in but what space they did have was precious, moreso, the materials they had were very very precious, and not to be used lightly. So when Lan had heard that a fellow member of her clan, (or perhaps from famine, the scavengers), was stealing from others in the Conquest complex, Lan was becoming one to ferret what she had hidden. She refused to suffer even the smallest loss, and was taking constant care to not ruin what she had.
Sadly, her headdress had begun to see tarnish, the gold twisting and snagging on the branches threatened to break or bend it without care. The original craftswoman who made it was long gone, and the horsewoman was seeking someone who could help her. She heard of a pair of twins, both with horns and a talent for the artistry of their ancestors. So it was with care that Lan brought her headdress to the one who’d been pointed out to her.
