You step closer to the fairy perched on the floating crystal. Up close, her wings buzz unevenly, like they can't decide which way to flap. "What's going on?" you ask gently. She huffs. "Unicorns always rush ahead. They say they're taking turns, but they never wait long enough. Then when we speak up, they say we're being bossy!" As she talks, her wings flicker from red to orange, then slowly to yellow. Behind you, the sky wobbles--clouds stutter, then slide backward again. You hesitate, then ask, "Do you all normally fight this much?" Her shoulders slump. "No. Not like this," she says. "We used to solve problems together." She sighs. "But then a grumpy wizard came through and cast a Disagreement Spell. Ever since then, everything turns into an argument--even small things."