The Algorithmic Beauty of Plants, Aristid Lindenmayer and Przemysław Prusinkiewicz.

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It upset her. It read on her expression. The furrow between her brow bridge. Despite being separated from the Erdtree for her lord's manifest and sacrifice, a thought of loss dug deep. Margit, as he put it, was in great danger for his position. He was in great danger for her as well, should something happen.

" ...I don't think I am either. I am... something that would never be born from the grace." She looked at her hands, recalling the temple... the great hide of the Serpent. The Erdtree and it's cycle - what would happen to her? She had no idea.

Was he talking about Queen Marika? Godwyn's murder? Ranni? Himself? Well, perhaps all, and perhaps something else, though Zorayas would not know that.

" At least, there was someone..." It would have been far more awful to think there was no one in any moment of his life. The answer soothed her enough, and she merely nodded. Grasping hem of her dress, she felt a slight clutch within her chest. Time constraints?

" Time constraints...? I don't understand. You cannot mean he is running out of time, since, I don't think he runs out of time. He seems to be controlled, fooled to play for the Order... Purely used... I simply won't allow mere time to stop I." She shook her head. Keeping her focus on that positive attitude of hers.

" It will be difficult. But it took only few days, I finally saw him smile on that cold face. A little change, I know."

She sighed.

"The Tarnished are being sent to kill the demigods and those who serve them, even if some instead choose other paths. Margit serves King Morgott. Omens are not touched by grace, so when they die, they remain dead. It is part of the way the Golden Order was structured when Queen Marika made it."

He sighed and still watched the tree. So many thoughts of what had happened to these lands. And others. Those who were outside the Erdtree, who were in its shadow, left to rot away as nothing, unmentioned and unmourned.

He did not know if Morgott being a demigod would counteract that.

"It's... complicated. Sometimes, people will take in the idea that they are lesser if they are treated that way and have no escape. That they deserve what happened to them. It eases the pain that would otherwise come, knowing they were hurt for no reason."

Miquella looked toward the tree. His expression was distant. His thoughts turned to Mohg- the anger at Morgott for whatever happened between them, and desperate need to have him back because he loved Morgott, despite everything.

"Yes! That's him. He indeed said he had no one... to think all he ever felt was cruelty of others, no family to protect... It's horrible. While people would fear my true form, which I now know why, but my mother always assured I am beautiful."

It pained her to think. Even upon learning she had been deceived, she knew those feelings were genuine. There was someone, a human, who never saw her terrifying. The Brave Tarnished, Trina and Margit.

" A lost cause...?" Rya sounded almost shocked to hear that coming from Trina's mouth. Some had given up with him? " Oh no! He is far from it. Maybe stubborn, but not lost case. And now, as my champion - it is my duty to protect him, as well..."

She got up on her knees. Turning her gaze also towards the tree. She had no idea, not the slightest idea.

Mohg looked so much more inhuman than Morgott. He could not have afforded the luxury of hoping the Golden Order would accept him if he was 'good,' Miquella privately speculated.

"You do?" She sounded surprised. "The one in a rags, the one with horns like a half of a crown on his head, the silver pale silky hair, and the fluffiest of tails?" Rya listed the features in sincere way. Those features, she found uniquely beautiful.

" Oh, he must be! Imagine, he despises his very being... that a mere being is an insult to the Erdtree. It makes no sense to look up to something that shuns the different so... " There was a hint of sadness. Rya was raised to stand against the tree, and the Order. It never held a meaning to her, nothing to respect. So, she couldn't understand Margit, and his devotion, despite doomed to wander in its shadow.

To Trina's question, Rya nodded, recalling concerns she had had, considering how much he seemed admire that tree. And she, along with her family, its greatest enemies.

"It's... complicated. Sometimes, people will take in the idea that they are lesser if they are treated that way and have no escape. That they deserve what happened to them. It eases the pain that would otherwise come, knowing they were hurt for no reason."

Miquella looked toward the tree. His expression was distant. His thoughts turned to Mohg- the anger at Morgott for whatever happened between them, and desperate need to have him back because he loved Morgott, despite everything.

" Maybe it is the stories. Liurnia is like a dream... A sense of belonging. Maybe, the stories I heard as a child stuck with me. Or, I connect with our lord." The stars were like no other. The silence of the still waters. The ruins and sinking cities. Like time had stopped, somewhere...

She took the lily from her makeshift pillow, holding it up. " Worry not, I have only found one every now and then. Sadly, already almost withered once I find them. Besides There is someone who would need them more than I... poor soul barely rests" She hid her smile behind the droopy bloom. How many times her champion had claimed to need no sleep. Rather, heading out.

And Trina's kindness towards her and others, never disappointed her.

But Miquella gave a gentle start at the name, eyebrows raised.

"I... do not disbelieve you. I'm familiar with who he is. He has taken in the view that Omens are monsters because that is how Omens are treated, himself included. He is trapped in certain things, which he must break away from."

Perhaps there was hope yet, that Morgott could be saved from the path he walked to his doom. If he could protect someone while knowing they weren't what the Order held high...