Anthropology 101

Though he hadn't yet solidified his plan to leave Abaven, it was starting to feel even more real in his mind. Of course he wanted to confirm it with Gloom, despite knowing deep down she wasn't content here, though with the arrival of their mother he worried that she might disagree with his idea now... but he pushed those worrying thoughts aside and tried to focus on the present. Despite all his shortcomings, Spirit had always been an eager student, content to learn above almost everything else. It'd been a long time since he'd had a proper lesson on anything and he was quiet excited by the prospect of classes beginning, no matter what they entailed - well, except for anything involving fighting, he'd gladly skip those classes to focus on more intellectual pursuits.

He was slow to arrive, wary as he peeked his head into one of the many classrooms here. His attention drifted first to Zoey, noting her visible enthusiasm. Her mood earned a tiny shy smile from him as he approached, his tail giving a slow wag behind his slender form. Next his attention fell to to the items on the table, none of which were really recognizable to him except for the necklace, which he felt he understood the use behind. The other things, well, not so much. Finally he looked to Milo, giving the older male a meek smile as he moved to settle down somewhere near the both of them, ready to learn.