It was fall, meaning it was starting to get cold outside. You were with Redson in his palace, watching as he loudly complained about the weather and cold. He had a scowl on his face and a small flame in his hand as he paced and complained.

"I swear to Buddha if this weather doesn't clear up I'm going to kill someone." He hissed out with a scowl on his face, stopping and crossing his arms over his chest- the flame vanishing. He was being quite overdramatic, but that was normal for him.