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// Treasure - Runcible Spoon 
// Story: The Jazzy Fillyfooling Group Collab 
// by The Princess Rarity 
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“Vinyl, as happy as I am that you’ve started to take a liking to reading, even if it is fiction, I’m beginning to think that you’ve taken this ‘Daring Do’ thing a little too far…” Octavia said, looking around nervously at the dense jungle surrounding the duo.  “I mean, purchasing a bit of paraphernalia is one thing… But going so far as to track down an actual lost tomb?”

Vinyl, decked out in her newly purchased Daring Do costume, simply rolled her eyes and grinned.  “Aaaw, c’mon ‘Tavi!  It’ll be an adventure!”

“Remind me again how you managed to talk me into coming with you?  I was planning on relaxing all weekend, and instead I’m out traipsing through the jungle with you!  There’s so much dirt!”  Octavia complained as she stopped next to Vinyl, who had stopped to check her map and extensive notes.

“Let’s see…  If we haven’t veered too far from my intended path we should be about here…” Vinyl muttered to herself, pointing to a spot on the map and ignoring Octavia’s protestations.

“Uh, Vinyl…”

“So if we alter our course like this…”

“Vinyl…”

“…should be able to shave off a few…”

“VINYL!”

Sighing in exasperation, Vinyl turned to face the gray mare.  “Yes, ‘Tavi?”

“Is that what we’ve been looking for?” she inquired, pointing with a hoof in the direction of a rather large and difficult to miss step-pyramid in the distance.

Vinyl blinked slowly before looking to her map. “Hmm…”

Octavia rolled her eyes.  “Is it, or isn’t it?”

Vinyl glanced back at the temple in the distance, before again checking her map, then the position of the sun, then back to her map.

“Is it?”

“Octavia…” Vinyl drawled out slowly.

The gray mares eyes widened slightly, Vinyl never used her full name.  Had she done something wrong?  She didn’t think so, but maybe she had?

“I have no idea why you were complaining so much, you’re a natural!” Vinyl exclaimed, grabbing Octavia in a head lock and giving her a noogie.

“Vinyl, stop it!” she made a half-hearted attempt at escaping.  “You’ll ruin my mane!”

“Mane, shmane!  Let’s get us some treasure!”