Flash sheet of gold and silver metallic temporary tattoo designs, including arrows, feathers, a hamsa hand with an eye, chevrons and geometric chains.

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Gold and silver metallic flash sheet

Geometric · Mixed · Flash

A sheet of metallic flash designs on a white background, including beaded chains, triangle chains, arrows, feathers, an infinity symbol, chevrons and a hamsa hand with an eye. The linework is solid and outlined, with no shading. The designs are in gold and silver foil with some black, and they are arranged in an even grid with a small code printed at the bottom right.

Geometric Arrow Feather Hamsa Eye Chevron Triangle Infinity Chain Geometric pattern Heart

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The smith's daughter beat gold leaf so thin that the wind lifted it off the anvil, and her father swore she would ruin the trade. Each morning she carried her foil down to the reed beds where the hunters came in from the marsh, and each morning they asked her for the same thing: a charm to bring them home.

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Her mother had given her a hand of beaten silver when she was small, its palm open and an eye set in the centre to watch for envy. The girl pressed that shape into soft metal for the men, one for each wrist and one for each bow. Ushan, the poorest archer on the causeway, could never hit a duck on the wing, and he laughed when she pressed the eye against his forearm and told him it would look at the birds for him.

He went out at dawn with three arrows and came back at dusk with none. He had loosed them all at a heron that climbed straight into the sun and did not fall. Nobody could say whether the hand had kept him safe or whether he had simply stopped wanting to hit anything. Feathers came down that evening over the reeds, gold and grey and black, and the girl gathered them in her apron.

She sewed them onto her cloak in long rows, with a fine chain of triangles at the hem, until it rustled like a flock turning in the wind. When the old men asked why she wore so much metal to the marsh, she said the wild things had never asked her to be quiet, and she kept walking the causeway with the eye turned outward, watching the water for anything that might rise.