One of Sienna's first memories was of her mother combing her long red hair while siting on a chair. She remembered how it was wet and tangled, and her mother pulled gently to get rid of the knots. They would sit on the balcony staring at the park, enjoying the fresh air of the evening. Once Sienna's hair was mess-free, her mother would dry it carefully, and braid it afterwards. Her braid would reach almost the small of her back, and she loved swinging it side to side. As she grew that moment became their bonding time, even when Sienna was old enough to comb her hair. For that reason she had kept her hair long until her mother died.
When Sienna's mother died, young and unexpectedly, she could no longer face the mere task of brushing it. It reminded her of the moments they shared. After some thought, and making sure her decision wasn't impulsed by mourning, she drove to the closest hairdresser's and asked for a complete change. The hairdresser asked her three times if she was completely sure about what she was asking for, and when Sienna confirmed impatiently, he started working. The first cut, the one that took most of the length of her hair off, sounded like scissors ripping trough fabric. Sienna looked in the mirror and saw a completely different person. With every click of the scissors a lock of hair would fall. Sienna was trying not to look at the mirror, not until it was done. When the hairdresser announced it was it, she saw a completely different person, the girl in the mirror had really pale skin, a long delicate neck, and a pair of enormous green eyes. She also had a fiery red pixie haircut that made her look as if she were trouble. It was a good change.
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