She watches the movement of the party-goers, their strange (...ridiculous-looking) dancing, the energetic movement of women and men, how they wave their hands and flit so quickly about. It's so unlike the modest human dancing of her time, or at least what she was most familiar with by association of living near a castle. Gentle swaying to music, women in elaborate headdresses and men with arms behind their backs. Never touching. The people here (and notably, the women,) seem much more free, in their loose, shorter dresses with their glittering tassels.

"My home is...." Maleficent pauses (not meant for dramatic effect, though her manner of speaking often seems to tilt that way; she's simply thinking on how to describe it, and after a moment, a single word comes to mind—) "....beautiful. It is called the Moorlands, and all manner of fae live there. There are no... structures, no human interference. Nothing like this." She lifts a slender hand, sweeps it slowly in front of herself in gesture to everything before them. The noise, the loudness, the thrum of activity. So different from the peace of nature.

"Though there are humans nearby. They live in castles; they have kings, and queens." She thinks that will serve as some staple of an era for the young woman to perhaps understand what sort of time she comes from.

Chloe's offer is one she won't ignore; after a moment, Maleficent considers it. Admittedly there is much to learn from someone of another time, and she is curious, allowing herself to dip into the subject of humans despite her usual dislike of such a thing. But it might be... helpful, to learn more of them. For Aurora's sake — if she will ever return to her daughter again. She must. She must.

"What are the humans from your time like? Are they so... free-spirited as these?" Once again, her sharp eye catches a young woman dancing nearby: not with a male partner, but on her own. She smiles brightly as she dances, happy, spirited.