Rising Sun Valley then it's getting louder and louder

The poppies Engel brought were withered and dry, but beautiful all the same. When he'd shaken the seeds from them, the sheepdog grabbed the nearest one, smiling a little and she inhaled the faded fragrance, though her expression fell when Engel commented on the seeds. True wariness set in, now, and she wondered aloud,  "pass out - I thought they were fun?" Her head canted to the side, poppy still clutched carefully as she considered Engel.