Take my clothes

I stood in the middle of the clearing, hands on my hips, staring at the pile of scorched earth and the very, very absent pile of Rhiannon's clothes.

"Okay," I muttered to myself, glancing around at the surrounding trees. "How the hell do a shirt, pants, and boots just vanish?"

It made no sense. They'd been right here. The monster had swiped at them, sure, but they hadn't disintegrated or anything. They should have been scattered somewhere nearby.

And yet—nothing.

I walked in slow, deliberate circles, kicking at leaves, checking behind every boulder and bush. Nothing. I even tried using a little wind magic, hoping to catch the scent of fabric. Still nothing.

"Godsdammit," I exhaled, pinching the bridge of my nose.

Behind me, Rhiannon, still huddled behind a bush, called out, "So, uh… good news?"

I turned to her. "Yeah, your clothes are definitely a cryptid now."