[ The voice of a woman catches Maleficent's attention — not a timid sound, but a purposeful one, argumentative even. She finds herself moving closer before she can think about it (a woman arguing: it alerts her) and like some watchdog she suddenly appears nearby, a sweeping black feathered thing. Maleficent's own attire is a stark contrast to the blonde's pink and cream: her dress, gloves, and mask are all black, as well as the headpiece that covers her hair and horns.
Only it becomes clear after a few seconds of listening further to this exchange that the woman is not in some peril — she's simply asking for something from the bartender. Variety, she says. After a moment, Maleficent flatout interrupts, voice clipped and dry: ]
Perhaps you could convince them to offer something that is actually drinkable.
[ Yes, she is very much judging the alcohol she has not at all tasted for herself. It smells strange and humans made it, so it must be awful, of course. The fairy lifts her chin, taking in the sight of the woman (ignoring the bartender; she doesn't really have any concern for you) — the wolf mask upon her face. Perhaps she should recognise her, and perhaps something up in her does sense the wolf in the woman, but her own powers are hazier here, and for now, the woman only registers as some dimly familiar thing to Maleficent's own ancient spirit. ]
i. masquerade
Only it becomes clear after a few seconds of listening further to this exchange that the woman is not in some peril — she's simply asking for something from the bartender. Variety, she says. After a moment, Maleficent flatout interrupts, voice clipped and dry: ]
Perhaps you could convince them to offer something that is actually drinkable.
[ Yes, she is very much judging the alcohol she has not at all tasted for herself. It smells strange and humans made it, so it must be awful, of course. The fairy lifts her chin, taking in the sight of the woman (ignoring the bartender; she doesn't really have any concern for you) — the wolf mask upon her face. Perhaps she should recognise her, and perhaps something up in her does sense the wolf in the woman, but her own powers are hazier here, and for now, the woman only registers as some dimly familiar thing to Maleficent's own ancient spirit. ]