Diaval has very rarely seen so many humans in one place--they're odd-looking too, their clothing all of a like, not at all similar to the courtly fashion he'd observed while spying on King Stefan's palace. Not even similar to Aurora's and her useless pixie-turned-human aunties.

And some of them looked closer to Fae than human, skin in a wide array of colors and patterns, ridges and extra limbs everywhere. No magic that he could discern, though, and not nearly as outlandish as any of the Fair Folk.

So not Fae, not Human. Something else. He doesn't know what, but something.

He warbles under his breath, head turning to fix this and that with one eye, in order to see it in better detail. But if Julien has no idea what's going on, Diaval has even less of one.