blazingtechnomagic:
“I’m going, I’m going!” Zoeya almost laughs as she rushes to the close-by river, filling the bucket up and trying her very best to not spill it as she rushed back, slowing to Rythian’s pace as she spots him.
“Got the water, sir, awaiting orders,” She chirps in her best soldier voice - which isn’t very good at all. Not actually waiting for an answer (already knowing what he was probably going to say) she gives him a sly mock-salute before dashing off in the direction of her work-space, bucket in hand.
Sighing, Rythian followed her at a slower pace than the one Zoeya had gone off at, mainly to keep an eye on her in case she needed some assistance but also out of curiosity over how bad the situation really was. As they both got closer to Zoeya’s work space, Rythian began to relax, confident most of the camp was definitely not on fire by now.