Tiny polychromatic dragon exhales sweet-smelling glittery steam - now your party's giggling at vapor trails, wandering in circles. Faerie Dragons don't hoard treasure, they collect experiences and stories. They want to help, genuinely help, but never ask if their help is wanted. Your fighter suddenly Polymorphed into Polar Bear mid-combat? Helpful Faerie Dragon. Hallucinatory lava between you and bandits? Same dragon. When does relentless helpfulness become being kind of a jerk? Chaotic Good contradiction: they do good without permission, bring joy without consent, help whether you want it or not. Joy doesn't wait for the right moment. It just shows up, uninvited, and makes you deal with it. Beautiful, terrible, and exactly what makes them dragons.