Colour tattoo on a limb of a small white rounded creature with ears sheltering under a green leaf, with a small black soot sprite beside it.

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Leaf umbrella and white creature on a limb

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A small white creature with rounded ears and a tiny closed smile sits beneath a large green leaf held overhead like an umbrella. A small black fuzzy sprite with white eyes floats to its left, and a green stem runs down the left side. The black outlines are clean and the white and green areas have soft shading, with the leaf showing highlights and drips at its tips.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain began at noon, while the bride was still lacing her boots in the back of the chapel, and by the time the vicar reached the second hymn the lane had turned to brown water. Nobody had thought to bring umbrellas. Ada Penhallow, who had sewn the dress, stood at the gate with a tray of sugared almonds going soft in her hands and watched the guests run for the hedges.

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Under the hedge at the end of the lane lived a small pale creature the village called Hob, though it had never answered to anything. It had round ears like a folded napkin and a mouth that only ever showed a closed smile. It was afraid of nothing except wet feet. When it saw the bride's train trailing in a puddle, it pulled a broad green dock leaf from the ditch, pinched the stem with two fingers, and carried it out into the road.

Ada saw it first. A black sprite no bigger than a walnut bobbed at Hob's side, the soot-coloured thing that lived in old chimneys and followed wherever a fire had been. It hummed and blew little puffs of warm air at the leaf, so the rain ran off its edge in beads. Hob held the stem up over the bride. Miriam laughed, and her husband Tom took off his hat and held it over her, and soon the whole lane was crowded under dock leaves, dripping and shivering and happy.

Ada kept the leaf. Years later, when Hob had gone back into the ditch for good, she pressed one into the front of her wedding book, and it is still there, gone brown at the edges, with a dried drip of green at one tip. Whenever it rained at a wedding in Stennor after that, somebody always went out to the ditch first and asked politely.