Which was why the sound of the broom from behind the Queen after she got done laughing at and mocking the statue she had just destroyed probably jumped out of the relative quiet with not inconsiderable force. When the Queen turned, there was a woman, just barely a girl no longer, dressed in simple clothes that might well have been called rags, not even looking up at the queen as she entered the chamber, the corn-stranded broom scratching the floor with rhythmic regularity.
She didn't feel like anything in particular to supernatural senses... though it was likely that Malificent would realize quickly that the reason for that wasn't that she had no power, like the majority of humans. It wasn't that she didn't have enough magic in her to create a ripple in the fabric of the universe the gods had woven. Her aura wasn't too dim - it was simply not there. To the senses of gods and mages, the girl with the broom was a void, a point of absolute nothingness in the ether... Easy to miss, but at least as jarring as the light of a gods true power would have been.
It was an obvious sign that she was no human at all.
She ignored the queen as she worked, though she paused, looking at the rubble of the statue. After a moment she turned her eyes up to the Queen, looking through dirty brown hair with pale eyes. "Sister, you say... That is either blasphemy, or something very interesting, isn't it?"