Gold metallic temporary tattoo reading BRIDE TRIBE, with a heart-shaped arrow between the words, on the inner forearm near the wrist.

Bride Tribe lettering with arrow on wrist

Lettering · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A hand and inner wrist are shown, with the words BRIDE TRIBE in bold gold foil lettering. Two thin arrows pass through a small heart between the two lines of text. The gold foil sits flat on pale skin against a plain white background, with pink peonies at the left edge of the frame.

Lettering Forearm Arrow Heart Text Temporary tattoo

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

In the kingdom of Ambry, where the river ran gold with mica after every spring flood, a bride was not wed until her tribe had shot the heart. Nobody remembered who first asked for the arrows. The old women said it was a bargain struck with the ferryman, and the young women said it was an excuse for a feast.

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When Ysolde of Coldwater Reach stood at the chapel door with her skirts hitched above the mud, her six friends from the weaving sheds were already lined up along the wall. They had cut the arrows themselves from ash shafts and dipped the heads in powdered river gold, so the points caught the light even under a grey sky. Ysolde's groom, a miller's son called Pell, was a decent man who had never once asked what the arrows were for.

The first five arrows went clean through the painted heart on the oak door. Each one slid home with a small wet sound and stood quivering in the wood. The sixth girl, Bettan, who had argued with Ysolde since they were five and had cried loudest at the banns, pulled her string back and let her eyes go soft. Her arrow flew wide and struck the lintel with a clack that rang down the lane.

Ysolde laughed until she had to sit on the step. "That's the bargain," she said. "Where the bride goes, the tribe goes, and Bettan has just promised to follow me to the ends of the river." Bettan scowled, then grinned, and held out her wrist so the others could see the gold dust still clinging there. It would not wash off for a week. Pell, who had gone pale at the first arrow, offered his bride his arm, and the whole crooked line of them walked down the lane toward the mill and the feast.