[S'rahz sees the guy's gaze falling on his ears and he has to wonder if the male has ever even seen a miqo'te before. Said ears flatten briefly as he mulls over pointing out that it's rude to have a conversation with his ears before Eben snaps himself out of it. Alright then.

The hand motion gets a slightly curious look and nothing more, S'rahz taking a sip of his drink as he slowly realizes that this hume really hasn't seen a miqo'te before. How did that even happen? Had he been living under a rock or something? The blond at least gives a nod back at what he assumes is a greeting motion. On a normal day he'd not be one for keeping company, preferring his own, but there's something about the fact that Eben doesn't seem to know what he is that holds S'rahz's attention.]

S'rahz. [Marks on his face? He raises a hand to touch at the lines on one side. They've been there so long that S'rahz barely even remembers that they're there. Eben will get answers for now though; S'rahz isn't used to answering such things and the speed at which they're being asked is catching him unawares, tail curling as he thinks of how to answer.]

All male miqo'te have them, sunseekers and moonkeepers. They show up when we come of age. I suppose you could say I got them from my father.