[Yeah, Zhaneel knew about wagon wheels. No fun at all. And, should the discussion of magic come up, Zhaneel will be more than happy to speak with Maleficent about it. Even in a place strange as this, magic tingles over her skin.

She listens attentively as her companion explains and she tilts her head curiously to one side. She actually chortles, beak gaping a bit in teasing mirth.]

Had you met a falcon that could speak before I? [She casts an amused sidelong glance at Maleficent. True, she was more than simply a bird of prey, but the comment still stood.] It is strangerrrr to me that he would not speak... So oft am I used to creatures that can physically speak their mind. [And then, all humor aside, her ear tufts flick toward Maleficent in open curiosity.] But you said when he has his wings... He is not simply a raven, then?