Not her clothes

Ruby trudged into the clearing, her shoulders slumped forward. She was tired and sweaty and really just wanted to get dressed, get back to camp, and get some sleep now. The universe, however, seemed to have other plans for her.

When Ruby arrived at the boulder she set her stuff around, her heart stopped, and her eyes seemed to bulge out of her head. The only things that were still sitting where she left them were her boots and the canteens. That can’t be right! Ruby squealed internally, suddenly in a flurry of movement, completely forgetting her nudity, frantically darting around and searching everywhere nearby, even going as far as trying to tilt the boulders a little bit to check if her stuff had somehow gotten under them. They hadn’t. Ruby dropped to her knees in front her boots, her legs on either side of her and her butt pressed against the soft grass. “This can’t be happening,” Ruby said, hands gripping her head as she looked to the few things she had left. What happened to all her stuff, she wondered. She looked toward the heavens, ready to ask them that very question, but before it even left her mouth, they seemed to provide her the answer. Snagged on one of the tree branches toward the top of a nearby tree, she spotted a brilliant red cloth, her cloak, billowing like a flag in the breeze.

The gears in Ruby’s head started turning, and very quickly she realized what happened, a sense of dread piling up in her gut. This was all her fault for being careless. She had used her semblance so wildly and rapidly, generated so many tempests, against the boarbatusks that she had blown her own clothes away without realizing it. With that realization, Ruby seemed to remember what that meant for her… She was still naked. Blushing, she sent one of her arms covered up her chest as her looked frantically around her to make sure she hadn’t gained an audience. It was still just her… for now… How long would that last? Her battle with those Grimm hadn’t been a quiet one. Who was to say whether it caught the attention of someone or something else? All she knew was that she needed to find her clothes. If she had felt embarrassed or anxious about the idea of having to return to camp without her panties earlier, the prospect of returning almost completely naked mortified her.