Now that she has learned the art of taming it, Delenn has discovered she rather enjoys having hair. There are so many ways to style it in order to suit circumstances, or simply to suit her mood. Braiding is an art form she has yet to master, but she finds brushing her hair strangely soothing, while washing it in water proves remarkably refreshing, even though hair is somewhat heavy when wet. Curlers might look odd, but they somehow manage to reduce the pull of wet hair on her scalp, and result in appealing waves in the long strands once it dries.

What amuses her about hair the most, however, is the way it lends itself to quiet refection. With increasing frequency, she finds herself winding her hair around her fingers when deep in thought. Its smooth, silky texture invites touch, even encourages it, so that her hands are drawn to it as she contemplates matters of importance. It is, she thinks, remarkably meditative. She almost regrets that the rest of her people will never get to experience the benefits of having hair.

The only problem she’s encountered is that it sometimes has a mind of its own. Tangles are annoying.


The End