She jumped as the vine suddenly pulled back, ripping the gorgeous flower out of her fingers, leaving only a small fragment that started to wilt as soon as it parted from it's source. Dismayed, she started after the plant, not even taking the time to wonder why a plant would possibly move, or how it would be able to move as fast as it did. She ignored all of her knowledge, training and instinct, threw precaution to the wind and scampered after the hastily retreating vine.