Colour tattoo of a blue and purple dragon with spread wings and a green coiled tail on the upper back.

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Blue and purple dragon on upper back

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A winged dragon with a scaled blue body, purple wings and a long green tail coiled below it is shown on skin. The linework is fairly bold, with soft shading across the wings and body that gives the figure depth. The dragon is centred on the frame against a light skin tone, with the tail sweeping down to the lower left.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Right, sit down, the lot of you, and stop pretending you were never in Mrs Pargeter's class. I'll tell it the way my grandfather told it to me in this same hall, back when it still smelled of wet coats and floor polish.

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Long before the reservoir was dug, a dragon lived above Hollin Scar. Her body was the blue of a kingfisher's back and her wings had gone the deep violet of bruised plums. Her tail was green as pond weed, and she dragged it down the hillside like a rope she had forgotten to let go of. The villagers feared her, which suited her well enough, because fear kept them out of the high pasture where she liked to doze in the afternoons.

Then came the year the miller's girl, Ada Thwaite, climbed the scar with a basket on her hip. The custom was a sheep's head at Lammas, but Ada had brought a loaf instead, still warm from her mother's oven. Nobody had thought to try bread. The dragon ate one, then another, and asked in a voice like a rusted gate why anyone would bring her something so small. Ada said it was the only thing in the valley she could bake properly, and that a creature who would eat bread could surely be talked to. They talked until the stars came out.

That winter the dragon came down and sat by the mill wheel, her tail coiled round the sluice like a green ribbon. The wheel turned slower and sweeter than it had in a hundred years, and the flour never once went sour. So when you see a blue dragon painted on a pub sign in this valley, look for the loaf tucked under its tail. That's the bit the painters always forget.