Sorienna turned over the piece of metal in her hands. It was part of something. Part of something that worked. Not some plant or tree. She glanced up at her brother, twins but nothing alike. Their mother would say he was like their father. Zoah sat skinning some animal he had killed, she wrinkled her nose at him and turned away. Looking back at the piece of metal she turned it over again trying to imagine what it could be from. Her mother had warned them away from the caravan they had found, saying it was dangerous. To Sori it looked like a treasure trove. "Silly great cat" She giggled.