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"Ah, I've been out in the rain before." Hadrian shrugged, "Haven't been home in a few months now. I sent her a letter last week. "
He swept wet hair away from his face, "I can be out in the rain...I just really don't enjoy it very much." He grinned a slightly lopsided little grin, "Thanks for the concern though."

"No where in particular. I've been travelling." He looked concerned at Simon's obvious alarm. "Its alright. Really. I didn't mean to imply that my mother...er...bond...threw me out....or anything. Is it awefully odd for a feien to travel? I guess it might be."
He glanced a bit balefully out at the rain, "I'm not staying outside tonight, that's for sure."

"I think I agree with you there. But then again, its not really for everyone. It turns out to be a little bit dangerous, to travel. Of course, it also turns out that you don't really experience much just sitting at home all day."

He was eyeing Simon with a lingering bit of concern, that was covered by the light of interest in his golden eyes. "I'm sort of glad to know I'm not the only one. I was begining to suspect," he said with more cheer then you would think the statement warrented, "That I was a little bit odd."

He was, of course, well aware that he was a little bit odd. But it had long since stopped bothering him, at least most of the time. After all being the only fire feien wasn't the same as being the only FEIEN at all. It was more like...being the only fellow with green hair ever born. At least, that's how he prefered to think about it.

"A place called Italy, when I was a child. That's what started it. I went back there later..." Hadrian gained momentum as he went, obviously keen on the topic. In truth, he'd not really had the chance to TELL anyone where he'd been besides immidiate family members. And while they did care, they all seemed about a thousand times older and more well travelled then him, and never quite as excited about it as he was.
"And a place called China, where I couldn't read ANY of the signs anywhere. But...if you go into the mountains there, where is it by the way VERY cold...there are fellows who don't seem phased by anything, and live in little caves. And if you keep going there's a place where nobody lives at all, there's just a big empty city and no one in it. And somewhere around there, there's a little hole in...uhm...well reality I think. And I got a bit lost in there. Something to do with other dimensions and things like that but I really haven't managed to understand the whole concept. A dragon tried to explain it to me..."
He wound down again, shrugging, "But, understanding complicated things isn't really my strong suit I suppose."
He smiled enthusiastically, "What about you?"

Hadrian didn't seem any less impressed then he might have if Simon has said he'd been to the moon. In fact he was still smiling a broad enthusiastic smile.
"What's Canada like? Its..." He appeared to be thinking hard about it, "Somewhere north...ish...isn't it?"

"Which part did you go through, the wilderness part of the other bit?" Hadrian asked, nudging the heat-pebble a little closer to them with his foot. He also wanted to ask what the first largest country in the world was, but he was a bit embarased, honestly, to admitt that he didn't know. He was pleased, in fact, that he remembered what North America was.

Hadrian, seeing Simon's frown, mistook it for annoyance at his readjusting the pebble and immidiately nudged it back into its previous place, "Sorry. Trying to ward off the damp." He pushed off the wall so that instead of moving the pebble closer to Simon, he moved himself closer to the pebble. "Mountains are curious things you know? They look so different from far away then they look when you are standing on one. Do you suppose bigger folk see them that way too? Or is it different being that much taller?"

"I never thought about that." Hadrian answered, sounding pleased to have been told something he'd never thought about before. "I suppose if you could see extremely well something very far away might look quite different to you."
He shifted idly and looked out at the rain.
"What were you doing out in the rain today?" He asked, after a moment. It involved, he supposed, the pieces of cloth the tall feien was carrying. But Hadrian had never much liked to guess at things when he could just up and ask someone about them. It seemed a much more upfront and clear way of going about things.