"Aesthetically? No idea." She shifted her weight from one foot to another, automatically moving her entire body to keep her spine correctly aligned with her head and carefully balanced hair.

"I suppose it's a number of elements. It shows that I'm healthy enough to grow long hair, and obedient enough not to have it cut off as punishment. It shows wealth, because I have people who can put my hair up for me," she spread her arms wide and demonstrated that she couldn't even touch the hair-flowers sprouting at the ends of her braids, "and I can afford a vehicle to move me, and the hair, around. And training, to be able to move and dance and eat while keeping the hair in place."

She meant 'have people' as in 'own slaves,' but she preferred not to think about that part.

She looked at Kaya's looped hair. "Does yours make you think of something bad? Or just something you miss?"