CALAMITY
so all the things can grow
It'd found that it preferred this cave. The cool breeze, and the sound of life and water. And the green. It loved the green. It'd speak to verdant, sometimes, of the green. Sometimes other colors mixed in, especially where it'd surroundings became flat and open, nothing but rolling hills speckled with color.
It'd become obsessed, to no small degree, with growing the green upon it's outer rocky shell. There had been little success- patches of moss, mostly. The occasionally particularly hardy flower, typically dandelion or clover or some other weed. The rest wilted and died within days, or refused to take root entirely.
It refused to give up, though.
So here it was now, awkwardly pushing one of it's smaller plates against a yellow-headed dandelion. The yellow ones, it'd found, often survived the longest. So, it'd stick to yellow, and maybe after it could graduate to other colors. It wanted to be vibrant. Alive, more than it already was.
Something took root.
Attached awkwardly to the side of the jagged stone plant clung the dandelion, rooted there by a burst of magic. Given that the heat of it's core didn't burn it, maybe it'd survive this time.
It hummed delightedly at the thought. It would be unaware of anything approaching as distracted as it was with this success- none of it's senses were all that good in the first place.
@Pollen