Yi is well, late. Or early, depending how one looks at it. But it looks like she's been out running. As she enters, a piece of hay gets plucked off her shoulder as she looks around.

Rotem smiles to Yi from up on the rafters, looking down. He is apparently sitting on them, legs dangling down. "Heya Rhya."

Yi looks up sharply, eyes narrowing as she spies the cub in the rafters. The hay bit is tossed away as she moves away from any position that could herald a pounce from up above. "Good morning, Rotem," she greets back as she walks down the aisle and slides into the second pew.

Rotem nods his head towards her. "Went for a roll in the hay? Who was the lucky kin?"

Yi gazes upward towards him, jaw tensing but the gesture lost in the darkness of the church. "No one. Chased some kids out of the fields from the farmhouse. They wanted to make bigfoot tracks." In the stillness, the short pop of her shoulder as it is rolled sounds dully.

Rotem hmms at this. "If you need any help with this whole bigfoot thing, let me know. I've got the time for it when I'm not tailing Mal."

"Who?" Yi doesn't break her gaze from the black beams high above.

Rotem lifts his shoulders then lets them fall. "A kid, fifth grader. I think he's a cub." Rotem remarks quietly. "I'm talking to him when I can, getting info, and just generally keeping an eye on him." The ahroun smiles, "I've got the time to spare on it."

Yi's eyes narrow some, but return to normal since it doesn't help her night vision any. "What's his name?" She inquires further. Another cub?

"Malachi, His dad works at Mickey D's. He goes to PS 451." Rotem rocks back and forth on the rafter, reciting from memory, "The other kids are scared of him for no real reason, just like me. He doesn't seem worried to hang about harbor park all the time." Rotem thinks. "I haven't asked him if he has the dreams yet, but I will."

Yi thinks about this. "Malachi," she repeats the name to set it in mind. "What is PS 451? School?"

Rotem nods sagely. "Yup. Downright slummy one too." Rotem sighs. "I went there, or was supposed to at least."

Yi clears her throat quietly, fresh memories of the past of school surfacing again. "You think he's a cub, hunh?"

Rotem nods again. "Yup, No doubt in my mind. But I need proof for the others. No matter. I'll be around, and if he does First, I'll be there and bring him here. Don't worry. With all the lessons from bane I could take him in lupus."

Yi taps the back of the pew thoughtfully. "If it's possible, I don't want to hear of any Firstings out on the street. There's been a lot of people around, more so because of this whole Big Foot deal. And the crop circles. But that's Bernie's department." She gazes up to the rafters. "If you need proof, you'll have to either wait for a kinfetch, or get a half-moon who can smell it." She looks for the cub in the dark, his form visible now that she's adjusted to the darkness. "Where does he live?"

Rotem shrugs again. "Downtown. I'll show you sometime." Rotem considers. "I guess I'll have to get a halfmoon, but the question is who?"

Yi leans against the pew. "Someone who can come around the city. Maybe Lucca, she's a Walker halfmoon. Or... Kurt. Our halfmoon. Or another halfmoon from the caern. I think Tecmessa.. if I have her name right, is also.

Rotem nods. "Should I let other tribes know? Or should I keep it to ourselves?"

Yi shrugs slowly. "If you want to let them know, then you can. We'll wait for the fetch. If you think he'll trust a stranger, I'd like to meet him. Sometimes, you can tell when things are going to go wrong, and other times... you can't. I wonder if he's our tribe, if he is a Garou..."

Rotem shrugs. "I don't know, because, both his parents aren't Groo, as far as I know."

Yi rests her head on her arm upon the pew. "Sometimes there is no parent who is a Garou. The parents, if they're both kin, might have a Garou child. Or maybe it even skips generations. Gaia's gift comes at odd times, sometimes." She looks back up at Rotem. "But it's good. If you think he's a cub, maybe he might be a lost cub."

Rotem nods. "Well, I'll get a halfmoon then. I guess Lucca, if I can find her."

Yi shakes her head, though the movement is almost unseen. "Take your time, Rotem. Have to be patient, and let things play out. If you move to fast, you'll miss something, or make a mistake. If Malachi is a cub... and as young as I think he is, you don't really want to put him on the line so quickly. You know how it is, in our world. Do you really wish for him to know?"

Rotem nods. "Yeah, I would. I'd want him BEFORE he changes." Rotem sighs, "So we don't have another fiasco with dead humans and Nevada missing his back." The reffereance is unmistakeable. "I'd wan't him to understand, before things started happening."

Yi runs a hand through her hair, head still laid upon her arm. Then she sits up and looks to the rafters. "Some first changes end up like that," she says quietly. "Mine ended with three dead humans... and a lost friendship." She draws her feet up onto the pew. There's a minute or so of silence. "Wait for the fetch, if you think it will come. But, I don't want you handling a cubnapping alone. You've seen what happens when a stupid cliath tries to take on a cub alone." Her own expression goes a little wry as she stares at the side wall of the church. There's another pause, before she asks, "What does he do for fun?"

Rotem shrugs. "Dunno. Three, I been following him for just two days. When I have anything interesting to tell you, I will. And Elan-Rhya, /IF/ I can ever find him."

Yi shrugs quietly. "Sometimes you have to depend on those you can find. If Elan is the alpha, then... I would say Kaz is the beta." She breaks her gaze from the wall and looks back to the beams. "You were following him? Did he notice?"

Rotem shakes his head. "Nah, I've befriended him. I just 'run into' him often. We talk and shit."

Yi nods slowly. "If you see me around, when you talk to him, invite him for pizza or something. I'll pay." She glances back to the wall.

Rotem nods. "Will do. Junior knows him too, by the way."

Yi exhales softly in a sigh, though it's not caused by the cub's words. "Junior? That's good. Maybe he can help you out."

Rotem nods. "Yeah, I guess." Rotem seems concerned by something else now. He drops down off the rafters, and lands with a soft thud. "Yi? What else do I need to learn?"

Yi turns her head at the thud, then tilts it at his question. "What do you mean what else?"

Rotem slips down into the pew beside Yi. "Well Burns went Cliath, I want to as well." The ahroun is being honest now, about time. "I want to get rited, and I want to know how to go about that."

Yi blinks slowly, her eyes and body a bit tired, but otherwise ok. She takes a deep breath, letting go in a slow exhale. "Bernie's a cliath, so I heard. I haven't found her either, to ask her what it was like." She gazes across to the dais. "I guess what you have left, is patience. Just like your eagerness to see if Malachi might be one of us, you need to wait. It's turns stomachs sometimes, to have to wait for so long. But the waiting itself is also a test." She turns to Rotem with a calm pallor. "When I patrolled the city around my sept, there was this one elderly woman. She came, everyday, to the one temple and sat. Sometimes, for hours on end without moving. I watched her sometimes, because her face was so calm, so peaceful. My life, on the other hand, was hectic. I still do not sleep well, some nights. Too much fear, of whether or not I would be shot in the back or stabbed." She shakes her head, clearing away the digression. "Anyway... this woman. Everytime I could, I would watch her. Until one day she opened her eyes and looked right at me. She asked me, why did I watch her all the time from so far away?" The nomoon's eyes close, in remembrance.

Rotem remains silent, listening to the elder's story, leaning back slightly in the pew.

"I told her, because I found she was so full of calm and peace. Like she had found enlightenment in just sitting at this one particular pillow on this one, particular spot in this one temple. I asked her why? Why would she waste her life just sitting there, when there was so much to be done." Yi's eyes open slowly. "She told me she was trying to learn how to be patient. I was surprised, sure. There were not many I knew who could sit at a temple unmoving for hours. I told her she was very patient, for simply sitting there with her eyes closed while the world kept moving. So I asked her, why did she feel the need to be patient when she could do this?" The Asian Gnawer licks her lips slightly. "She told me, she was waiting for her lover to come for her. Her husband, had been killed in an accident. She was waiting for him to come, because he had promised to meet her at that temple after work." She swallows quietly. "She knew he was dead, of course. But he was still alive in the spirit world. She was patient, waiting, for her body to finally give away so she could join him in the spirit worlds and they could spend eternity, together again." Yi looks over at Rotem. "And after she told me that, she went back to her waiting. She found her husband that day. And the both of them were very glad they waited so long for each other."

Rotem rolls his eyes. "She was an idiot. She sat there waiting to die? Geeze'us." Rotem shakes his head. "Buy a gun, take some pills, stick your head in the oven. Geeze. Save a little time."

From afar, to the room, Rotem watches the point of the story sail right over his char's head. :P

Yi scowls at Rotem. "If she killed herself, her spirit would not have found her husband. If she shot herself on the temple grounds, she would have spilled blood on holy ground. If she took pills, someone might have found her and they could have revived her, then where would she be? She died in peace, Rotem. She was like the mountain that would not bow to the wind." Her eyes glitter with some hidden anger. "She was not in a hurry to die. She lived her life, with no regrets. But you wouldn't understand that, hunh. You are just one who runs towards Death's arms when the whistle sounds, even if it is not calling for you." She gets up and moves to a different pew to sit.

Rotem turns about looking to Yi. "Well excuse me. But I don't see her living her life without regrets. She didn't live it. She wasted away in some temple!" The ahroun shakes his head. "I would rather die in battle then die old and decrepid in some church."

Yi doesn't return the gaze. "That is how most Garou die, isn't it. But she was no Garou, Rotem. She was only a woman. A woman who lost her love to the will of the world. Of course she lived her life. But she was an old woman after years of living. She had lived her life and was ready to accept death. She found peace at that temple. And died without pain, without sadness, without anger." Yi shakes her head quickly, to clear it again. "I wasn't telling you that story for the death. I was telling it to show how patience eventually gets to a goal. But this is why I wasn't born a storyteller either, isn't it? Because I don't make any bloody sense." Her hand clenches and unclenches, unseen at her side.

Rotem chuckles. "At least that is true. Now if she had done it every day, for years, to get something done, that's cool, but to die? That's like, dumb."

Yi sighs and simply lays her head down on her knees for a little. Then she looks back up, and replies bluntly. "Would you rather I told you to stop whining and think of something else to do?"

Rotem nods. "Yeah. Basically." Rotem sighs. "I'd like something else to do." Yi looks down at her legs. She chuckles lowly, quietly.

Rotem lays his head down on the back of the pew, looking over at Yi. "You know, another project."

Yi continues chuckling softly, before looking up. "You want something to do. You have one already. You look after a possible cub. You have lights to be put up in the sewers. Which I think would help if you teach others how to do it. There are poor to feed, drunks and prostitutes to get off the streets... gangs to make sure they don't take over the basement again. As I told the woman, there are many things to do. And she told me, then go do them."

Rotem chuckles. "Okay, Sounds good to me. I just have one question..." Rotem takes a deep breath, "Where the heck does Elan hide?"

Yi shrugs. "I don't know. Why do you want to talk with him so badly?"

Rotem sighs. "Because I want to go to the farmhouse. Only he can let me back there." The cub sighs. "And I want to go to the shadow again. And I'd like a seer with me."

Yi eyes the cub. "It's not just Elan you have to convince. What you show Elan, has to convince him enough that he can convince Adam to let you back on farmhouse land. Elan can talk until he is blue in the face, but if it does not convince Adam, it won't fly."

Rotem shrugs. "What am I gonna do to convince Adam? What is he like?"

Yi smirks some. "He is a patient man. But not quite as patient when it comes to cubs nearly killing cliaths in the barn. He's a Child of Gaia. And he doesn't want any bad influences on the cubs at the farmhouse. Especially Alicia, as her rite is close. So... " Yi shrugs. "You just have to prove you can be a good cub."

Rotem blinks several times at this. "I'm a bad cub?" he asks, "When, lately, have I misbehaved?"

Yi shrugs again. "I'm not the one reading your book."

Rotem fishes a hymnal out of the pew, then tosses it at Yi. "There, now you are." The cub lays back in the pew, relaxing. "What do you think I need to do?"

Yi catches the book deftly and sets it back down in one of the holders on the pew in front. She doesn't answer the cub, only looks at the dais.

Rotem sighs. "If you were me, what would you do?"

Yi gazes up as the windows start to lighten with the sunrise. "What would I do?" She glances at the cub. "I'd be patient." She gets up from the pew, and starts to head back out of the church.

Rotem sighs, leaning back in the pew. "Good morning, Yi." he says warmly, "And have a nice day."

Yi opens up the door. "Now you sound like a takeout box." She smirks and waves. "See you around." And with that she heads out.