Day Three - Compass
Travelling together on a mission, Keith and Allura buy a broken compass that ends up not being so broken after all.
For Day Three of Kallura Month.
“This thing isn’t even working.” Growling in frustration, Keith bangs the compass against his gloved palm a few times. As the metal parts rattle around inside, Allura grimaces. If it wasn’t broken before, it definitely is now.
“All this does is point toward you,” he continues, moving the compass in wide circles. She’s too tired to care, but she watches as the needle adjusts to aim in her direction, no matter where his hand takes it.
“Do Alteans have polarity?” he asks. There’s genuine curiosity in his voice, and she doesn’t have a better theory, but she can’t help herself from rolling her eyes at him before answering.
“No, we do not.” Every time she speaks, she can only manage to get out a few words. The sweltering heat is pushing into her skull and causing her head to throb.
“That lady scammed us,” he says. His dark eyes narrow as he inspects the compass, bringing it right up to his face. Harsh sun reflects off the metal, and the light plays over his cheek.
“You mean that lady scammed you,” she counters. He shrugs at her correction and continues fiddling with the dials on the copper casing. With a sigh, she wipes her damp forehead and looks to the horizon.