Close view of a forearm with two fine-line gold arrow designs, one with feathered fletching, placed on the inner forearm near the wrist.

Gold arrows on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Colour · Photo

Two vertical arrow designs sit on the forearm of a person wearing a dark dress with small white dots. The left arrow has layered, feathered fletching and a detailed head, while the right arrow is slimmer and more minimal. The thin, metallic gold linework is shown against the skin, with a red cord bracelet at the wrist and a soft, blurred background.

Fine line Forearm Arrow Feather Gold

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The fletcher's daughter had been told twice that the bowstring would not hold, and twice she had climbed the hill to Carrow Keep to test it anyway. Morning mist lay in the bailey like wet wool. She carried two arrows wrapped in oilcloth: the first heavy, its fletching layered in goose feathers she had cut and set herself; the second slim as a reed, with only three tight vanes and a head no bigger than a barleycorn.

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Her father wanted the heavy one for the sheriff's shoot at midsummer. The slim one was for Tomas, the miller's boy, who rode the moor road at dawn with letters for the far abbey and had been sent back twice when the fog came down. She had rubbed the last of the abbey's gold leaf onto both heads so that a rider could see a glint in the grey, even if he could not see the road.

She nocked the heavy arrow and loosed it through the broken arch. It flew true across the bailey and struck the far wall with a flat knock, and the ivy shivered. Then she set the slim arrow on the string and shot it low, through the gap where the portcullis had rusted away, so that it skipped once on the cobbles and lay pointing down the moor road.

Tomas found it at first light. He carried it back to the mill in his cap, and for years after, the gold tip was the thing the children of the valley fought over, though none of them ever again asked who had made it fly.