Pyre ran.  Golden anklets clinked and chimed.  She peered backwards over her slender shoulder, looking to see if Maisy was lending chase.  As a result she don't see the small root that Jace grew up out of the ground in front of her.  One foot stuck it and she tripped.  Pyre hurtled through the air, arms flailing, squealing in shock and plunged head first into the waiting quicksand that the druid had placed.

Everything went dark.  Pyre couldn't see anything.  She wriggled and struggled.  Above ground the only thing of Pyre Jace, Maisy and Jono could see were her legs sticking up out of the ground.  Her legs windmilling uselessly.