So many surround the poor creature so suddenly that Romina staggers away, horns catching fire as her nerves thrum like pluck strings. Why was everyone so suddenly drawn here, so close to her home and family? She has nobody at her side, and she feels bare and defenseless without her brother there to protect her with the might of his body and ferocity of his appearance. For a moment she curses his name and his slowness, wishing he had tracked her down faster, feeling his absence like a gaping wound in her chest. The banshee sways a little further away, but stubbornly remains where she is, and is rewarded by the crying creature muttering in response to her. She smiles beatifically, trying to encourage the poor overwhelmed thing. If Romina was feeling this strung out, she couldn't imagine how he felt, being the focus of all these people instead of simply part of the crowd.

"That's good, that means she's probably somewhere south," Romina compliments him for his efforts, trying to encourage the little one (as if she has any room to call someone little, but she doubts she has ever been so distressed when she has wandered too far into strange lands).

Of course some asshole has to mention their age, and her horns flame ever higher with colorful, opalescent flame as her face twists into something hideous and hateful. She strides towards him fearlessly, both for the sake of confrontation and to hide her negativity from the poor creature. When she speaks it's a low hiss, meant only for the brute's ears. Romina would not distress the moose any further with her irritation. "At least we're helping instead of standing around and complaining," she spat. "Whole lot of good you're doing, adult," and surely nobody will look upon her fondly for such an intense reaction, but Romina is not one to be looked down upon. She is royalty, and the world has already cursed her enough. Nobody will drag her down any further than fate has.

A pale blue maiden comes to their aid, and her horns extinguish themselves as she smiles shyly at her, moving towards her side. "Thank you," she murmured, wondering if befriending the older girl would allow her to further manipulate her into a protective, defensive, beneficial relationship. But first she must focus on this task and control her emotions, lest she explode into useless flames all over again.

The moose child giggles and recaptures the foal's attention, and she tunes back in to hear a clue. A giggling goose rock? How peculiar. But Tiamat - whom she recognizes from the Basin - seems to have the same idea she and another youth hold. Skipping over to Tiamat fearlessly she smiles at the calf. "Yeah! And the Arch is farther south, so maybe your mother will be near there too, since you said you're from a forest." Casting her pretty orange eyes at Tiamat - clearly ready to team up with she and Aelfwine, if there were to be teams at all - she flicked her long tail and prepared herself for the trek. Until a voice echoes in her head and she turns to find a feminine face looking between them, and she somehow knows it's her. An astounding magic, and she tilts her head towards the woman. "That'd be good if he doesn't want to travel with us as we look. What do you think?" Romina turned towards the moose for his opinion, whether he'd like to remain with Sielu while they searched, or if he would pick a direction and go along with them.