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

Fic could not help but chuckle within her mind how Erebos seemed to be so out of place surrounded by two other women other than herself. Watching him study the plant and the small flowers budding from it. Before handing it over to Melisande. The one who was smaller than the others. But it didn't seem to faze her at all. Anyone not blind could see that of the excitment boil in Melisande's eyes, listening to the words that fell from her lips, the question perking Identifications ears forwards.

Eyes continue to study the plant and it's stalk that grew around them all. Storing the flora within her mind, from the stalk to the buds. Wondering just how one would prepare this to stop child birth. Thinking of just how to state it. "How would one prepare it? In a tea or a mash style?" She felt foolish for asking.

"Identification"