Stone's Throw

[Andreas Amell]

Andreas's eyes widen; he's met high priests and the like before, thanks to his family, but aside from Raplin (who is a rather unassuming deity for the most part), he's not had much exposure to divinity. Which, to be fair, is by far the norm. "Directly chosen?"

[GamesMaster]

Adonis hedges a little. "Well, it's like this. The Keeper is Bharnerol's hands on this plane. So when the Keeper chooses the next Keeper, that is Bharnerol's choice. But if there is a problem or a mistake, Bharnerol will make his displeasure clear, and show the Tribe that the Keeper is disfavored."

[Andreas Amell]

"Ah! So the current Keeper selects the incoming Keeper? How is that done?" Andreas asks curiously. It can't be a lifetime appointment, given that Gran-- the previous Keeper is still alive.

[GamesMaster]

"Generally one is selected while young, trained for years, and then the old Keeper can retire."

[Andreas Amell]

"Does Mi-- ah, Keeper Miki have an apprentice?" It's strange, thinking of that bombastic and somewhat goofy man that tutored me being the local High Priest of a racial deity. Huh. I wonder if that means Bharnerol is more playful and out-going than one might assume from most encounters with the local catfolk?

[GamesMaster]

"Not yet. I have urged him to take one on. He, in turn, has urged me to adopt." Adonis makes a face. "Sadly, my position is truly hereditary, and adopting a non-blood-related child would-- you probably don't care about my troubles, my apologies."

[Andreas Amell]

Eyes wide, Andreas blurts out, "no, no, go on. It seems very relevant and, umm, significant?"

[GamesMaster]

"Well, only my biological child or nibling is certain to be accepted as my heir, due to the fact that my seat is a Founder seat. Only, I cannot sire more children. So, my heir will have to be one of my sister's kits. Only, she has no kits at present. Were I to die tomorrow, she herself would take the seat, and were she to perish with me... father? Perhaps? Father has no siblings. Research would have to be done."

[Andreas Amell]

"Umm. If it's just based on biology..." Andreas says awkwardly, then makes an even more awkward gesture at himself.

[GamesMaster]

"It would have to be a child in both senses of the word -- both claimed and blood. Otherwise I would have been training you as my heir. I knew I was giving that up when I let your mother lay claim to you."

[Andreas Amell]

"Oh. Okay," Andreas says, looking and sounding more relieved than anything else. "Right then. So. Neither of you have heirs. Or apprentices, whatever."

[GamesMaster]

"Correct. And we are such old friends that we joke with each other about it." Adonis smiles despite himself. 

[Andreas Amell]

"Sounds a little like Grandpa and zi'Huntinghawk," Andreas comments, head bobbing. "None of the Clan has really shown any interest or skill at finance or mercantilism."

[GamesMaster]

His eyes narrow slightly. "Yes," is all he says, though his tail tip twitches. 

[Andreas Amell]

What did I say? "Umm. Right, anyway. Wow, we kind of got to wandering a little, huh?" He chuckles nervously. "How is... how your father doing?"