Annaliza had been in the middle of painting a little girls face to look like a butterfly when her wrist started to burn a little and glow. Pausing in her work and staring at the writing on her wrist ( that looked like someone hadn't given ink enough time to dry and ended up smudging it ), her gaze immediately shot up and looked around to see if she could find whoever it was. She knew her efforts would probably be fruitless though, so she went back to painting the little girls face while trying to ignore the knowing look on the mother's face. 

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When the man approached her booth, she smiled warmly at him and was just about to say something when he asked her about the bear. 

"[color=598527]The bear is on hold for that woman over there. You'll have to talk to her about it, although you probably won't get many words out of her. From what I heard, she comes to this market whenever there's an opening and doesn't speak to anyone. Ever. If she won't give up the bear, I can just make you a different one. They are $50 and come with a free necklace or bracelet of your choosing. The bow can be changed and one of my friends likes to put clothes on hers.[/color]" 

Getting Annaliza's attention after she finished painting the girls face and got the 5$ from the mother, she waved her over. Grabbing her sketchbook that was currently open to a very detailed drawing of a flower with her signature in the lower left corner, she went over and winced as her wrist felt like someone had pressed a hot poker to it. It was glowing like some sort of homing beacon and she looked around once more to see if she could find the person before her eyes settled on Taylor and her grip on her sketchbook tightened. 

"[color=598527]I'm sorry to bother you, but this gentleman wants to buy the bear you asked me to set aside for you. I can always make you another one for a discounted price if you let him have this one. It won't be exactly the same since they are handmade and every one is different, but it will look very similar.[/color]"

' [i]Can you make me one with a green bow?[/i] ' 

Leaning forward and squinting once more at the writing after Annaliza had flipped to the next page in her sketchbook. 

"[color=598527]Sure, I can give it a green bow.[/color]"

The woman smiled before grabbing the bear and grabbing a bag that said ' Julia's Jewelry and Handmade Bears '.