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The sight of war was never pretty. At least that was Lan’s thought. Occasionally a rather well mannered or behaved individual would crop up but otherwise? War was war, and it was brutal and savage. Conquest was decisive. The pair just… she was not fond of them really. Conquest and War simply did not mesh. They could harvest FEAR, they could bring the humans to their rightful places but working as one?

Perish such thoughts, they had no place in Lan’s view.
Still, she envied them.

They could see the work from a different view, and they had things she had not even touched. Not to mention, they did things that with reluctance, Lan would admit to herself she was curious about. Their way of showing off, their battle prowess. Her love once joked if he had been built like one of the men of war, he would have never needed to court her. But now her love was dead, and the joke was a painful mockery of that loss. Still, sitting under an elm, she wondered what it must be like to live so freely. To like without strict traditions and daily routines hammered into since birth. Oh she was sure they had their training and gripes but…
One couldn’t help but wonder.

Lan tried to be polite as possible at all times, but, sometimes it was just impossible. You could only put up with some things so much before you snapped. Thankfully, that was not what was going through her head as the war horsewoman came into view. While started, bringing her hand up to strike it was lower with a sigh.
"My apologies, you started me."

Looking at the war horsewoman, she smiled at her wings are the various feathers adorning her. She was pretty, if in that rugged war sense of fashion. "Do you drop in on other often or am I just one of the lucky few?" A small bow. "I am Lan of Conquest." She was a member of the conquest Clan, she always would be.

Why would you even do that? Baffled, Lan fought to not let it show on her face, the smallest hint in the way her lip twitched. There was no point in scaring someone who couldn't generate FEAR after all. Calming down Lan looked to how the horsewoman was positioned, sighing. Was this some think of thing she'd have to be wary about now?

"No, we have not met. Otherwise there would have been no point in introducing myself." Ducking she tried to keep her headress from the girl's hands. "If you don't mind, I'd like to keep it on?" Another duck.
"And it's a headdress. You can look perfectly fine from where you are, no touching needed."

The horsewoman was strange, but so far, all the horsemen she'd met from War were either odd, or, assholes. She's take slightly nuts over a*****e though, it was much.. easier in some ways. Plus the girl was not trying to steal so much as touch. She was also not trying to fight, thank the lords. Lan was very tired of that aspect of War.

Leaning back from the horsewoman's hands, Lan was still not about to just give up he headdress. "Pretty yes, thank you. But because it is pretty it needs to be touched? I think not. You don't need to touch it." Jay's sudden enthusiasm for her being a conquest horsewoman didn't go unnoticed. Bow a bit, (mindful to keep the headdress out of reach), Lan replied. "Yes, I can teach you some things, depending on what you'd like to know."

If Jay had chosen to steal, she'd have a very pissed off pony on her hands. The fact that Jay was backing down from the whole steal all the things was nice, it was letting Lan relax a little more. She didn't try for the headdress, Lan and Jay would be on good terms.

Maybe.

At least until the questions started flowing like water. "Ahh... its' to show mutual respect, who has a higher authority and rank than you. The small bow I did was to show that I will treat you with respect.' For now, she added mentally. "My clothes are traditional for a noblewoman, and no, with proper training, it is not hard to fight in them at all. We fight with bows and spears, and in strategies." God this filly had far to many questions.

"What we make would be better asked to our artisans and my job is whatever it needs be." She sighed. "Any other questions?"

Lan giggled at that. "Its simply is a thing that takes practice. Like wielding a weapon, we ladies train in how to carry ourselves. tripping would be.. shameful to say the least." Lifting a sleeve she wrapped it once, twice, around her arm. "A simple thing, we can also hold them up from the inside, small tricks you learn."

At the question of artisans she nodded. "I know of Lifen, and I believe there are a few others. As we nobles... politics mostly. Deciding when to move, where, how, and the best way to gather our FEAR. We set the plans, herd our people. We dabble in other things, but mostly, we are the rules. That is what we are born to do."

What she was quite sure she'd been born to do at least.

Gentlemen? If she meant Mengyao... "The males should be as the females. Refined, trained. I am not sure if you mean specifics, but then, I was not taught their way. They still shouldn't be tripping over themselves, they bring dishonor on their houses by doing such." She hoped it was Mengyao who tripped. That would be perfect.

The war horsewoman's antics got a smile. "Politics are what we are born to do. Not all can be skilled in it. Some are better suited for battle. I am better suited for banter." She hardly found it to be boring. "It is no problem to provide answers. That is part of the role I play. The questions and grievances brought to me I must answer to."

Lan chuckled. Zhi then? She’d told him about his sleeves but, apparently, it could not be helped. “Good luck Jay, may fortune smile upon you.” The noble just hoped she might calm down. Jay calm seemed a bit.. impossible thus far however. Lan would just do well to hope.