A Compass is a Compass

The compass pointed steadfastly in one direction. Pastel leaned against the table as if lying down and examined the compass.

"This is, this is."

―This is, this is?

The Fairy sitting next to the compass tilted her head. Then, she startled and shouted her guess.

―Could it be your mother's keepsake?!

Gasp.

"What did you say?! Are you then saying I'm a kid who even forgets her mom's keepsake?!"

Shock.

But since it wasn't, she decided to let it slide.

Pastel's expression turned serious. Her finger tapped the compass. If it was a compass, it was probably a navigation tool or a treasure hunting item...