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Hadrian was usually alright at predicting the weather. He'd spent alot of time living out of doors. The problem was that when he was wrong he always seemed to be spectacularly wrong. And it always seemed to get him caught out in the rain. He tried very hard to forgive nature all her weather patterns, but he could bring himself to appreciate rain.
Actually he really hated rain. It was logical he supposed, for fire to detest being wet. It was worse then being cold, as it was harder to remedy.
He was holding a leaf over his head to ward off some of the water, and finally, casting about for somewhere dry, fetched up under a shop awning looking a bit more miserable then was called for (and a great deal more miserable then was usual for him).

Hadrian looked up at the speaker, looking slightly startled. He had been absorbed in searching for a pebble to turn into a makeshift heater and hadn't noticed the other Feien.
Despite shivering a bit, and being unpleasantly damp, the fire feien brightened considerably now that he wasn't just occupied with thinking about being damp.
"Oh, Hello! Sorry, I was sort of distracted. Didn't see you there." He smiled warmly and moved to offer his hand to the other feien, "I'm Hadrian."

"Pleasure to meet you, Simon." He let go of the tall feien's hand and shivered, apparently involvuntarily. "Sorry...not much for the rain."
Something a few feet away distracted him suddenly and he stepped forward, "Ah that's about the right size!" He pounced on a pebble some feet away and scooped it up. Then he paused, as if in the middle of doing something to the pebble, and looked up at Simon.
"Do you mind heat awefully?" He said, almost apologetically.

The shorter Feien looked releaved, "Oh good."
The pebble, now, had begun to look alot like what happens when you leave a rock in a fire over night. Hadrian was craddling it cheerfully, and as he came back to stand next to Simon, it was clear why he had asked about heat. The pebble was now serving the same purpose as a space heater...or maybe a small fire. Either way its effect on Hadrian was obvious. The fire feien's shoulders had relaxed a bit, and had stopped the occassional shivering.
"Tell me its to warm? I tend to overdo it." He smiled in a self-concious way as he said it.

"It really is." Hadrian agreed pleasantly, "More effective then just lighting something on fire anyway, especially in the rain."
He chuckled, "Of course, an umbrella would be awefully usefull too. I should get one of those. Warms rocks don't do much to keep off the rain."
He settled back to lean against the wall, setting the pebble at his feet now that he was warm enough that hugging it to himself seemed a bit silly, "I suppose, though, if you could make something hot enough the rain would just turn to mist before it his you...I'm never tried though. Might have to someday."

Hadrian ran his fingers through his wet hair, seperated the damp red waves in the hope of speeding the drying process.
"I dunno...maybe so. I could ask one before I try, maybe. But honestly I don't think you could make something hot enough if it was er 'to hot to handle' anyway." He grinned at the phrase to hot to handle, enjoying the pun a bit.

Hadrian blinked, and tilted his head to the side slightly, like a bird that had seen something it didn't quite understand, "Beg your pardon? What would my bond have to do with the rain?"
He said the word bond as if it didn't come quite naturally. He'd long gotten used to other feien calling their guardians 'bonds' but he still couldn't quite associated it immidiately.