"Nice to know," I murmured. "Pity about Leona."
"We do not allow infighting, Cáel," she regarded me. "The Council decides - the High Priestess rules." I was digesting this information glut. I smelled Katrina's hand in all this.
"Are you the next High Priestess?" I went fishing.
"That's not how we do things. We search for birthmarks, auspices and celestial signs to lead us to the proper candidates," Sydney grinned.
Wait; that was the truth! These nuts used astrology to pick their Supreme Leader...wacko.
"Candidates with an's'? Let me guess, they don't know it yet. The Council makes them run a gauntlet of tests to determine who gets the final nod," I reasoned. The guard jerked and Sydney stared at me.
"I see why Katrina wants you to breed with her house," Sydney mused.
"That's a pity,
