Zhaneel listens as Maglor speaks, her small ear tufts perked forward as much as they can be. Her feathered brow knits slightly as he explains what the shardbearers are and she shakes her head once, motioning with her beak abruptly.

"Fatherrrr neverrr ssspoke of ssssuch a thing durrrring ourrr crrreation... How could ssssuch thingsss come to be within usss?"

It's at the last, however, that she grows still, eying Maglor warily as her posture shifts ever so slightly; a slight tensing of her haunches and shoulders as her hackles begin to rise. "Thisss warrrr isss not my own," she says softly, her words just over a whisper. "Do the otherrrsss kill ssso willingly?" She's tense and ready to take to the air with one abrupt moment, or fight to defend if she must.