"What?" he asked, for the first time feeling terribly stupid.

It had not happened in a long while, and it left him fumble-footed to say the least. He had not felt this way since first coming to Haven as a boy. And that had been - what - fifteen years ago? More? He sometimes lost track.

"Oh, I... nothing," he mumbled. "I suppose I am just fascinated with your hair. I have only ever seen silver like that on the mages of the k'Trava clan. I am getting there myself." He smiled faintly and touched the silver streak running through his own hair.