You walk toward the unicorn slowly, careful not to startle him. His mane shimmers in the glowing light, but his posture is stiff, like he's holding in a lot of feelings. "What's going on?" you ask. He lets out a long breath. "The fairies don't stop talking," he says. "We try to take turns, but they always keep talking so we never get to play. Then they say we're not listening." As he speaks, his stomping slows. The ground beneath your feet hums more quietly, as if it's paying attention. You hesitate, then ask, "Do you all normally fight this much?" The unicorn shakes his head. "No. Not like this. We used to work things out together." His voice drops. "But then a grumpy wizard came through and cast a Disagreement Spell. Now every conversation turns into an argument--even when no one means it to."