The Other Ms. Brandt

When Tina walked out of her home for the last time, her mother only caught the faintest glimpse of her and her lover's retreating buttocks before they disappeared into the woods.

Disregarding her own nudity, she looked to her husband with fire in her eyes and asked. "Where is she going? What did you do?"

Hunk immediately put up his hands defensively. "She just walked out with that man whore before I could say anything. She said she didn't need us anymore and walked out without even getting dressed."

"And you just let her?"

"I was shocked into silence. How would you react if your daughter suddenly left the keep completely naked?"

Hilda glared daggers at her husband, stirring in herself the dominant knight that she thought she'd left behind. As if answering Hunk's question, she marched out through the keep's gates, paying no mind to her state of undress.

"Wh- where are you going?" Hunk called after her, utterly bewildered.

"To bring our daughter back. She'll listen to me."

"But Hilda, you'r-" but Hilda marched into the woods undaunted, her butt jiggling with every step. Hunk just stared as his naked wife followed their naked daughter into the unknown. He couldn't help but remember the first time he met Hilda and how she had been similarly dressed back then.

One of the guards walked up behind Hunk, tentatively asking, "Should we follow them, my lord?"

Hunk replied after a moment of thought. "No. That will only drive Tina away. Hilda can handle this, though I wish she'd at least put her armor on before trekking in there."

In fact, Hilda wished much the same, realizing shortly after entering the trees that she had forgotten to put her clothes on before running after Tina. It was going to be an awkward reunion when she found her.

Hilda trekked through the woods for an hour, her bare feet sloshing in the mud and her bare body shivering in the cold morning breeze. She missed her armor and her sword, but knew she couldn't let her lack of equipment get to her. She had to save Tina, no matter what. And she knew these woods like the back of her hand having spent plenty of time traversing them (often in similar attire as now). There was nothing that could surprise her.