Small black fine line arrow tattoo with feathered fletching on the upper chest, above a white and pink neckline.

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Small arrow on the upper chest

Fine line · Chest · Black and grey · Photo

A small black arrow tattoo sits diagonally on the upper chest, with its feathered fletching at the upper left and a sharp arrowhead at the lower right. The linework is thin and solid, with the feathers filled in black and light grey detail suggested within them. The ink is black on pale skin, and the neckline of a white top and a pink top frames the lower part of the photo.

Fine line Chest Arrow Feather Fletching Arrowhead

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain had been falling on Saltergate market since the morning bells, and Wenna Hale had sold nothing but one goose egg by noon. Her father's stall stood at the far end of the row under a cracked awning, where the fletchers always stood, because the wind off the river made their feathers hard to keep dry.

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Her father had made arrows for forty years. He cut the shafts from ash, bound the grey goose feathers three to a shaft, and filed every head himself. Now he lay abed with a cough, and Wenna sat with a tin cup of cold tea, trying to remember the knot her hands had watched a thousand times.

A stranger came in under the awning with water running off his hat. He wanted one arrow, nothing fancy, and he would pay in silver he had not yet earned. She asked where it was going. "Over a hill I have not crossed yet," he said. She cut the ash, bound the feathers, and filed the point until it caught the light like a fish's scale.

When she handed it over, he pressed a copper penny into her palm and said, "Keep the head, and you will know the mark when you see it." He walked off into the rain, and the arrow was gone before the next gust. When her father woke that evening and asked after the stall, she told him she had sold one arrow to a man who knew where it would land. He nodded, coughed, and said that was the only sale a fletcher ever needed to make.