Maleficent felt the pressing eyes of the girl, and instinctively knew what was being sought out. It made her sad. And angry. Her hatred for Stefan was renewed every time she even so much as thought about her beautiful wings.
"Don't bother looking, they aren't there." She said this with coldness in her voice.
"Being a fairy is quite lovely, most of the time. I agree." She recalled joyously soaring through the clouds, teasing birds. She thought of home and the beautiful place it had been. She thought of betrayal and closing off her home to outsiders so that nobody else would get hurt.
"I can't say I would much enjoy constant screaming. Or fences."