Well it's an eight-year-old who can fly isn't it, and who also has a tracker pointing in the direction of kids.

There's one in that direction...

Moira's attempt at using dirt for camouflage could use some work.

Yes it could. "Fooound ya," they singsong.

"How did you find me?"

"You're not super camouflaged by the dirt."

"Stupid glowing skin."

They grin and move on to the next one, pretending for Moira's sake they're looking around.

Stan and Martin apparently fell asleep fighting over a hiding spot. 

Well Sadde will conjure birds to attack them.

Invulnerable children.

Sure, invulnerable, but the birds are making a racket and picking at their hair.

"I'm the oldest, so I had dibs!"

"You don't know who came first!"

"And I'm the oldest anyway."

"I found all of you anyway."

"Cause we're going easy on the human."

"Bet I could still find you even if you weren't. I still need to find Evan and Maurice anyway." They point in the respective directions of the two Miracles as they say their names.

"Good luck with that. They're stupidly good hiders."

"But I know everything," Sadde says, and starts flying in Maurice's direction.

"She is so cheating."

"They," Sadde calls out over their shoulder, neither confirming nor denying the cheating.

Now where is Maurice~?

A dozen of him are hanging out in a clearing.

They point at the correct one without looking.

He doesn't react. "How do you know this is the right me?"

Shrug. "Just do."