[@corrosive]

Elnarin had been enjoying the relative quiet of the rustling trees and chirping birds when his wrist started to burn and he took off the glove again to stare at the letters inked there. They were glowing faintly, but as the seconds passed and the sounds of footsteps got louder and louder, that glow got brighter and brighter. By the time that his wrist looked like there was a flashlight embedded under the skin, the footsteps stopped and he turned his gaze to the man who was standing not 10 feet from the tree he was in. 

"[color=82ca9d][i]Not very light footed are you?[/i][/color]"

The words were spoken in his native Elvish language and unless by some miracle the other man had taken Elvish in school, he wouldn't know what the heck he was saying. Jumping down from the tree and landing almost soundlessly, he adjusted his bow and let his 6'3 muscled frame tower over the other man. Focusing his almost [i]too[/i] green gaze on the wrist attached to the clawed hand, he grabbed it; all the while not paying much attention to the fact that his own wrist had stopped burning. 

"[color=82ca9d][i]I always wondered what my name would look like written on someone else's wrist.[/i][/color]" 

Elnarin spent the majority of the next few minutes just staring at the Elvish letters before thrusting his own wrist into the other man's face. 

"[color=82ca9d][i]What does this say? I've tried to pronounce it so many times that I've lost count and just can't understand this language you humans call English. To be quite honest, it's a very strange language, and I still don't understand how certain things can go together.[/i][/color]"

He babbled on for another minute about how his mother told him that most humans took another language during their schooling, and when he'd asked why they didn't offer Elvish, she'd told him that it was probably because they had nobody to teach it. 

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[@Mugin]

Annaliza stood stock still when the watch was placed on her wrist, and her face flushed a little before she scribbled a few things down.

'[i] My mother never gave me a watch, but she did give me a bracelet though, and I really like it.[/i] '

Holding up the wrist not adorned by the watch, she showed him the silver charm bracelet. There were only 5 little charms on it, and there was room for plenty more. After Taylor had gotten his receipt and had stumbled over his words like a nervous teenager asking a girl out on a date, Anna giggled almost silently and scribbled a few more things down. 

' [i]I'd love to go get some food with you. I ate before I came here though; but I should be hungry again in a few hours if you're willing to wait? It'll give me a chance to sell a little bit more and make some more little kids happy by painting their faces.[/i] '

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Julie making a ' shooing ' motion with a knowing grin, so Anna held tightly to her bear ( and her bag ) before reaching her hand out towards Taylor. Taking his hand in hers, she led him over to her little booth and when she went to let go, she found that she didn't want to, so she just continued to hold his hand with her non dominant hand. She did have to draw after all, and she wouldn't be able to do anything noteworthy with her right hand.

' Feel free to look at everything; but please don't touch the jewelry box with the butterflies on it. It's not dry yet. '

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