Hey peanut, what do solosis call their plants? Life plants? Soul plants? Something…
Basalt gave Ace one of his rare smiles. “That’s my tree.” He said. “My special tree. It started growing when I was hatched. That’s what happens with all Solosis. When they’re hatched, a plant starts growing. It could be any plant; a vine, a flower, a tree, a bush, and the plant grows with the dragon, and the dragon can interact with the plant.” He peered at it, “It’s almost as if we share the same soul. If we feel depressed, the plant wilts. If we’re happy, or he plant thrives. And-“ he knew where he was saying was heavy for such a young wyrm to take in, but Basalt wanted to teach him everything. “And- if we- die. Then- the plant dies.” He said hesitantly, watching Ace.
“My Soul Plant grew a tree. Very big, very tall. Like me. In fact, this tree made this cave. And if I were to die of an unnatural cause, like if someone kil-“ The black dragon stopped himself. No, he wouldn’t go that far. “If I were to die… prematurely, then my tree would die. And this whole cave would collapse.
In fact, it’s roots have grown so far, I wouldn’t be surprised if half of the entire Great Cave collapsed on itself.” He said, slightly alarmed.