The fairy smooths her glowing skirt and glances toward a group of unicorns arguing near a bent rainbow bridge. "It's really something small," she admits. "We fairies like to pause and listen before making plans. We talk things through." She taps the crystal beneath her feet, and it gently rewinds a few inches, then stops. "The unicorns like to move fast. They charge ahead, assuming everyone agrees." She sighs. "They think we're slowing things down on purpose. But, the way they do it makes it feel like they are ignoring us." As she speaks, the air between you ripples, and a butterfly flutters backward into its cocoon before popping back out again. "If you stop and explain to each other how you are feeling it might help," you suggest. She looks at you hopefully. "Lately, every little misunderstanding turns into a big argument. Even if we really want the same thing."