"Druid are entirely different things, dear." And oh how Maleficent loathed them. Such mystical nonsense, balance and order, the cryptic calling they believed from an all-mighty. Goodness but they were worse than humans. Maleficent had absolutely no time for their stupidity.
"There is little else to concern yourself with just yet," Mal hadn't gotten items where she wanted them yet, and she was terrible particular about this. Obsessive, perhaps. A control freak, absolutely. "Why don't we see if we can perk up a little keening, hmm?"
After all, if the girl was going to learn to scream, she'd need to learn how to figure out which was which. "I wonder, have you ever noticed a difference in how you want to wail? Ever felt the message they're sending you? Paid enough attention?"