This will be a drabble set of whatever I feel like. Whatever is too short to stand alone in my mind will go here. Hope you enjoy.
Drabble I
True he had never seen the redheaded woman before, the one who swayed in Aurora's court to the sound of the music, and flirted her way around the ballroom floor so freely, but Diaval thought her simply jovial. She was in the right celebrating mood.
With goblet of red liquid in hand she had eventually wondered over to Diaval and eagerly asked him if he was perhaps man enough for a good time.
"Of course!" It was his hatchling's one year coronation anniversary, after all. He wanted to be as cheery as this woman.
Before the strange woman who he only now noticed reeked of badly fermented berries could share her words of wisdom on how to be so utterly happy and sociable, Maleficent literally swooped in and transformed him into a raven.
Back at their home in the moors, Diaval was a bit peeved at Maleficent. He really had wanted to know what wisdom the peculiar, though foul smelling woman had to share with him on how to live his days to the fullest.
"She was a whore, Diaval," Maleficent told him flatly, agitation barely contained. "A whore who somehow managed to get into the royal celebration, but a whore nonetheless."
Diaval feigned understanding only for a moment, before asking with the innocent of a babe, "Whats a whore?"