She sighed for the umpteenth time.
He readjusted his backpack, squared his shoulder and faced her. “We’ll find it.”
“I shouldn’t have bet.” She took a swig out of her canteen. “You’re the worst sponsor ever.” At least, she just had water on hand. “Chasing the green fairy…”
He resumed his walk. “We’ll get there.”
“There’s a joke!”
“Side-effect of running low on water in the middle of the darn jungle.”
Around a tree like every other, a rock with weird markings appeared.
“Is that the Elven path milestone?” she whispered in awe.
“You owe me twenty bucks.”
This story was written based on this prompt.