With Ksyusha's loud voice tuned out, Sasha's amethyst eyes were set on the ground, where odd plants were sprouting—small, white flowers, all in little clusters. What were these? Her head tilted as she moved her nose closer, inspecting them with a little sniff. Smelled... clean.
With a sneeze, the inspection of the flowers was abandoned in favor of picking them from the ground. Her small teeth dug into the plant's stem, her round body jumping back with attempts to tear it from the ground.
Alas, to no avail. The grip she had on the stem slipped, sending her tumbling across the clearing.