Two matching colour lotus tattoos with dotted line accents on the inner forearms, one above the other, on a wooden surface.

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Matching lotus tattoos on two wrists

Botanical · Forearm · Colour · Photo

Two forearms show near-identical lotus designs with layered petals, teal and orange fills and dark purple outlines, each with a short row of dots extending from either side. The linework is bold with ornamental inner detail, and the colour is applied in flat, saturated blocks with a faint orange halo around the petals. The photograph is taken from above, with the two wrists placed side by side on a wooden table and a ringed hand visible at the top right.

Botanical Forearm Lotus Flower Mandala Dot Matching tattoo

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The dry year came to the valley of Orrin Vale when the river Sell dropped to a thread, and the lotus pond behind the mill was the only water left that did not stink. Mara and Ilse Dunmere were twelve and eleven, and each morning they were sent up the stony path with two clay jugs to fetch what the pond would give.

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The miller's wife, Hesper, had lived beside that pond for sixty years. She told them the lotus opened only for those who shared a bowl, and that the dots either side of every flower were seeds, three to a side, one for each promise a sister had made and kept. The girls did not believe her. They argued all the way up the path about whose jug was heavier, and they counted the dark dots on the flat leaves to keep their feet from the mud.

On the ninth day the jugs came back empty. Ilse had tipped hers out to make Mara carry the wet one, and Mara had tipped hers to spite her, and the pond's last clear water had gone into the reeds. They sat on the bank and cried until the sun was low. Then Ilse said, without looking up, that she would go back in and fill both jugs herself, and Mara said she would hold the rope.

When they came home at dusk the water was over the brim. Hesper took one look at their wet sleeves and laughed, then pressed a warm thumb to each of their left wrists, where the flower opened in blue and green and a little orange, edged in dots that did not wash off. Mara and Ilse kept those marks all their lives, and neither of them ever again asked whose jug had been the heavier.