TITLE: The Heart of Elebfar
GENRE: Science Fantasy
There were two mysteries about Rhauw’s front door. He intended to unravel both of them.
His father would say it was an idle whim, not worthy of his time. Knowing or not knowing would make no difference. The door was, after all, a door. And not only did the massive wooden slab serve its practical purpose as well as any could, it was a splendid piece of craftsmanship—a fine entrance to the fine new house. The questions it stirred in Rhauw’s mind were irrelevant now. Or so his father would say.
Rhauw disagreed. The door was part of his home—his and Miema’s, he reminded himself, with a touch of the uneasiness that often rose at the thought of her, absurd though it was. How dull and incurious would he have to be to see it every day and not wonder? If he tried to put it from his mind, each time he crossed his own doorstep he would be reminded of it. He’d been reminded just now merely by glancing up at the impressive gray-roofed house cantilevering out over the top of the draw, above the sloping hillside where he crouched beside a sprawling faidra bush, his hands braced in the muddy soil.
If only keeping his mind on that soil and the plants that grew in it were as easy as putting his hands into it. It was a simple task he’d charged himself with that afternoon, but he couldn’t stay focused on it; his thoughts kept drifting this way and that.