As they made their way back to the ship, Isabella noticed something about the compass. “Robin?”

“Whatttt?”

“This compass doesn’t point north.”

Robin stopped. “What?”

“We should follow it!” Isabella said excitedly.

“No.”

Isabelle obviously didn’t listen, and bolted off in the direction the compass pointed her. Robin sighed and followed her reluctantly.

Isabella gasped. Sparkling blue eyes looked up at her lovingly, long dark eyelashes batted at her. She picked up the small, delicate unicorn and a glittering pink horn pierced a hole in her white dress.

“We should call her Violet” Isabella stated, and took her back to the sky-ship.