Dawnlark Plains pocket full of posies

senses dulled and shock settled in as Sunny grasped her, moving towards the fall of flame. she wanted to scream, to cry, for this was a huge no-no, but could only hang in his jaws and burn as he lept through, downy baby fluff singeing. her breath became low, little more than a shallow woosh of air that barely moved her chest as she was deposited at her mother's side. she didn't move to her, didn't run, merely lay there dully with wide eyes and fluttering pulse, entirely overcome with terror.