"Mmhmm. Art wouldn't be the highest priority, of course, but I bet there are a bunch of things like that."

"Probably, yeah! Okay, I have math now..." And off she lumbers.

He follows, but - "you know, I think I'd rather go to the forestry circle, I'll come see where your math group is and meet you there afterward."

"Okay, see you!"

And there's only so many places the library might be, he hopefully won't have much trouble finding it? Or if nothing else a casting of Locate Object should have a reasonable chance of pointing him at the books.

The building isn't very large - well, it is very large, because it's sized for adult females, but it doesn't have very many rooms, it's clearly just intended for retreating in case of heavy rain or something. He can find the library in the basement without looking very hard. The topic division is chronological: if you wanted to know the entire recorded history of this planet in order you would start at SPECULATIVE COSMOLOGY and go through FOSSILS and PALEOANTHROPOLOGY and from there it gets a little hairier and the temporal divisions finer-grained (they have it by the century, with fuzzy areas for anything covering a period between calendar centuries). He can't go read about art history, he can just pick a period of time when people were doing art and look for books that are about art. They do seem to color-code for time-independent subject, though (art in general is red).

That's pretty neat. He only skims to start with, though, and then goes to look for somewhere to get out his language notes and go over them - chairs are a lost cause but do they have, uh, tables?

They have tables! The boys' tables are too low for him but the females' tables are about counter-height.

He takes a spot at one of the females' tables, then. He's not starting from scratch, fortunately, he has notes on teaching someone with no Common enough of it to get by in a new place, and his old notes from when he learned Aquan and Terran somewhere - somewhere turns out not to be his belt, though, he'll see about getting them out of his portable hole later.

People come in and out of the library occasionally to grab or put away books, and some of them sniff him or look over his shoulder.

He mostly manages not to flinch at it. "Do I smell like anything interesting?" he asks one of them eventually.

"Well, you don't smell like anything uninteresting. I never smelled anything like you before," he says.

"I suppose that makes sense. Humans don't use our sense of smell for much, I wasn't sure what you might be getting that way."

"Oh, this way I'll know you're coming if you're ever around again. Or possibly I'd mistake another hummuns for you, I don't know."

"I don't expect there to be any more of us for a while, at least. It sounds like that might be a friendly gesture, sniffing someone?"

"...yes? I mean, usually, it depends on context."

"Humans have a lot of things like that, too. But I won't worry about it as much, anyway."

"I didn't mean to worry you. I'm not going to eat you or anything."

"It's all right. If I was that worried about it I wouldn't be sitting here - my magic's good for that sort of thing, not that it seems to be much of a problem anyway."

"Really? What would your magic do if somebody tried to eat you?"

"I'd teleport away, mostly. And then there's other things I could do if she or he kept trying, summon something bigger to fight for me or turn into a living statue or things, but usually the teleport is enough to startle someone into leaving me alone."

"That would be pretty startling!"

"Mmhmm! And nobody gets hurt, if I'm quick enough about it. It does use up magic that I want for other things, though, so I'd really rather people not make me jump just to see it, if you're going to be telling anyone about it."

"Maybe you should just do a demo later, people'll wait for that."

"I could, I do have a spell of the right tier that it looks like I won't want today. Would doing it after fifth period work for everyone, do you think?"