Petra Day in the Nude

The sun shone brightly onto the open field, the Fódlan wind carried the smell of flowers in the air. It was a hot day, hot enough to make two women stop their scouting mission and take refuge under the shade of a tree.

The two scouts were Shez and Petra. Shez was a somewhat stoic, purple-haired mercenary. Born in a remote village and raised on the battlefield. A bang of her long hair blocked her right eye, but she didn't seem to mind.

Joining her in the scouting mission was Petra, Queen apparent of the distant tropical islands of Brigid. She was a tall and athletic woman with a slight tan, her red hair braided into twin tails.

She had visited Fodlan to get an education on the Officer's Academy and learn the ways of Government. However, as the war engulfed the continent, it swept the young monarch into its fires before she had time to learn the local language properly.

The scouting duo found a pond, and upon Petra's insistence, decided to take a skinny dip to cool off, as was the tradition in Brigid. The two women frolicked in the water for a while, splashing each other, swimming underwater, smiling…

“My body is feeling alive after all this work. I am feeling glad!” Petra said in her characteristically broken language. Her head was poking out from the surface, the green water hiding what lay underneath.

“Errr, Petra...” Shez interrupted her, a stern grimace on her face. She wasn't looking at her friend, but at the shoreline. “Not to alarm you, but someone has stolen our clothes…”

Petra blushes and surfaces quickly, seeing that Shez is right. Their clothes are gone! She laughs nervously.

“This happens sometime in Brigid too. It is a funny prank. Shez, we will be having to find something to put around our bodies. It would be better to not be naked in this place. It is still quite warm, but the evening will grow cold quickly as the day ends.”

“Right, sure, because that's what I'm worried about, catching a cold. I guess people in Brigid have different standards of modesty. But there are only trees and plants here, there is nothing to wear!”

Petra thinks. Without fully getting out of the water, her hand reaches for the bushes that grow by the pond. “It looks like we have been given the challenge to work through. I think the bark of this plant is very useful.”

“If you say so…” Sitting their naked asses on the wet mud, Petra and Shez try to make clothes out of the plants. The branches break, vines are too short. The leaves refused to stay on either girl's full bosom, sliding off their nipples every time. After all their hard work, they made only one somewhat passable leaf skirt.

“I can't wear this!” Shez complains as Petra tries out her invention. The leaves in the skirt were different in size and very apart from one other. If you looked from the right angle, you could see the Queen's red happy trail or her steely ass.