Anwei waved over one of the staff, and showed them a picture in her omnicomm; the young man chuckled and called for hair, for dye, for tiny batteries and gleaming paste gems and circuits to make lights dance like sunlight on water.

"How would you like this rising over your head?" Anwei showed a picture of a stylized wave cresting out of the sea. "You could counter-balance it across your shoulders if you wanted it REALLY big. Or just have a little wave on your head. The dye will wash right out."