She doesn't have to wait long for her father to arrive, her nervousness dissipating like dew beneath the hot summer sun as her kin appear from the crimson horizon. Alice glances momentarily towards the Clovenheart, hell-black eyes seeking contact with similar pitch orbs. His feelings towards her are not unnoticed, but she is only here as an escort for the springtime girl, and once the two are united she turns and slips into the blooded undergrowth like a flicker of sunlight across water. There and gone. Romina scarcely notices her absence, her father's arrival far more intriguing as her own beatific smile breaks like sunlight across her features. His lips form her name, a rare joy that she cherishes each time it graces her ears. She bounds to him on graceful tri-toed cloven hooves, hopping and prancing in place as she reaches her pale nose towards his towering frame.

He leans to meet her halfway, his royal voice descending in an expression of longing and joy combined. Were she capable of purring she would be as his cheek brushes against hers, loving and affectionate. Instead an odd, happy little bleat echoes quietly between her teeth, long beautiful tail swaying joyously like an overeager pup. So few times does she see her father, what with her own gratuitous adventuring, that she soaks in his presence like a dried out sponge finally introduced to water. She would carry him with her for as long as she could, reserve and crystallize each memory so that the distance would not seem so vast in the times between.

"I missed you too, Papa," she croons softly, her joyous mood taking a momentary slide downward. It's temporary however as his warmth finally moves away, asks after the rest of her family that she'd left behind in the cradle of the sky-reaching mountains. Before she can respond however Rakt bowed and shook his beautiful antlers at her, and Romina's forelegs skipped up into the air, a little kick of her heels as she landed and blew happily through her nose as she shook her own horns back. They burst into opal flames almost immediately with her building excitement, and her smile was nervous and bashful at the slipup when she finally turned back to her father.

"Mama is busy challenging the warriors. Ru'in and I have been exploring! I've seen so many places," she gushes, eyes bright with wonder and delight. Now she understood why her father had left the Basin, or at least it was what she had assumed. And her lips slip into a frown as she muses quietly towards the painted buck, wondering if perhaps he has an answer for her. "Ru and I don't like the Basin. It's too cold for us, and we want to adventure." She almost asks to come and live with him, but any permanent residence seems to prickle unnaturally at her nomadic nature, and she waits for his wisdom first. Ever eager to absorb his words and intellect.