Broken Antler Fen Oh, it don't work like it should, raised by the wolves

Nico glanced up at the sky, a wry smile shadowing his lips as he turned his brilliant green gaze back on his current companion, an amused look glittering in his eyes. "For now, maybe," he said softly, in his lilting accent, "but it might get worse. It'll probably get worse, if it follows the weather patterns of the weeks before." He looked up again, and mentally nodded to himself. Yes, they would probably end up getting worse.

"Nicolas," the soldier introduced himself with a polite bow. "Although everyone calls me Nico. Pleasure to meet you, Liri," Nico flashed her one of his notoriously charming smiles and dipped his head respectfully once more.