Don't roll your eyes, roll your r's

the speaker went on, speaking a custom language that flew right past erebos's ears. and then finally, the dark woman took the care to demonstrate their lesson furthermore. she grabbed a herb from a place near her and showed it up to the class. his piercing binary eyes studied it, orbs darting over the entirety of the herb. "Bishops lace, yes." he confirmed with a raspy deep voice, learning of it back home.

fic then turned to hand him some of the plant to which he reached and grabbed with one paw, bringing it closer as he noted the plants details and umbrella like structure. "I agree with fic." he twirled the plant, head tilting to gauge it's ever corner. he slowly handed it to the woman across them.

"Érebos"