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Hawara wasted little time after The Code gave them their marching orders and dismissed them, save for the time to give his husband a quick run-down, before making his way to his wonder.

Once he got there, he let out a sigh of relief, and all the tension he had been carrying left with the wind. Everything seemed just as he left it. There was the sound of the wind, the soft hum of bugs, and even the occasional sound of birds. all small critters in his little slice of the universe of course. One couldn't expect a wonder like his to be home to too many creatures - it's not like it was a whole homeworld like the Senshi had. It was also a little slice of oasis in the middle of a desert world. Not that he lamented the fact that for all the life his wonder had, critter life wasn't as abundant. Heck, it probably meant less crap to risk stepping in, or needing to clean up.

Speaking of crap, he still needed to find what really constituted a toilet in this place. He refused to believe that it was the series of small stalls just off of the bathhouse, though the remnants of buckets and the water spigots seemed to say otherwise. Surely this place, for all of its majesty and magic, had more to offer than some medieval solution to one's natural bodily functions.

Right?


Hawara arrived in his chambers - a lavish room at the top of the sprawling building which was so open it pretty much qualified as pavilion, more so than a room, but that could be said of much of the building. Many of the tall windows merely sported geometric metal bars - very art deco - to let in the wind, which picked up the cool water of the frigid pool at the center and circulated it throughout. it was a natural sort of air conditioner, for which Hawara, and he was sure everyone a thousand years ago, was grateful for. The chiffon-like fabric and beads which adorned each window fluttered softly. The beads, a mix of wood and crystals, cast little prisms of light and soft shadows. It was truly a beautiful place. Especially his room, where the round bed - more of a tall mattress on the floor - was littered with pillows and surrounded by a chiffon and beaded macrame canopy. A dresser and vanity were against one wall, an oval rug at the center, with two chairs and small coffee table, looking out the 'back' doorway, which faced the gazebo which was Hawara's destination.

The gazebo - a circular structure with a large domed roof, housed a large round macrame swing full of pillows. Hawara had also littered the area with succulents - much of his wonder housed his little plant!children - but most importantly up in the rafters of the domed roof, shining like an eternal light bulb, was his piece of the Code.

At least, normally it was shinning, peacefully. Right now it glowed brightly, almost too bright, and vibrated, casting little flecks of light like embers or sparks. Hawara frowned as he noticed his succulents had burns, and discoloration like being exposed to too much light and heat. The fabric of the pillows on the swing also seemed to have the color bleached out, and the fabric was brittle to the touch. Hawara carefully tested the swing before sitting down in it, lest the cords that made it be damaged why whatever had happened here. Finding that it was still functional, he got comfortable. The knight then looked back up at the Code, which almost seemed like a rabid squirrel that had been fed sugar and caffeine then made to stay in place.

He called up to it, tone that kind of teasing-scolding combination that a parent might give a child who they'd just caught being naughty;
"And just what is your malfunction?"

Hawara couldn't help but breathe out a breath of amusement and grin. He was calm, happy, at peace, safe, secure. This was how his wonder made him feel. At the moment, his piece of Code seemed to be the opposite of all those things. He reached as the Code vibrated off of its little 'seat' in the rafters and came to rest in his waiting hand.

The longer Hawara sat with the Code, lost in dream-like memory, so vivid and all-consuming, the more at peace he felt, and he could feel the Code calming down as well. Once out of whatever dream-like state he had been in, he now found the Code back to its usual calm brilliance. He climbed up the rafters like he did seemingly so long ago when he first freed the Code piece from the lock box and achieved transcendence - and even longer ago when Simionce had placed it in the lock box for its protection. Placed back on its seat in the dome roof of the Gazebo it shined like a soft and guiding light. Hawara, now back down on his swing, gazed back up at it with a since of achievement.

This wonder may not be what it was a thousand years ago, heck, it may never be like that ever again in his life time, but one thing was for sure - it was alive. He would do everything he could to protect it, to serve it, for he was no better than the bugs that composted the waste. They were all important parts of this Wonder, all with a job to do. Very different jobs, but no more vital than the other. It was understanding that, accepting that, humbling one's self to that fact that brought him closer to this place and made him one with it. Made him so proud of it, even when he dare not find pride in himself.

For a long time, he had fallen. This place had been there, waiting for him, even while he was coated in Chaos. When that dark shadow was cast off, and he was sunk even lower, it was there like a life raft to save him from the sea of his despair. Together they had rebuilt one another. Now, Hawara, knight and wonder, Wyatt, was truly alive, and thriving.

Nothing was going to threaten that.

And if it did..

..it was going to regret it.