Jareth watched Lya go.  How could he not?  But as soon as she was out of sight he looked at his friend with a distressed expression.  "Dear gods kill me now."  He'd realized what he'd said moments after he'd finished saying it, and was completely mortified.  He covered his face with a hand.  "Ohmigosh, I am /such/ a dweeb."  Amuné snickered, then burst out laughing, pulling him close enough to wrap an arm around his shoulders for a moment.  "She's not exactly discouraging you, y'know," she replied.  The laughter had served to ease a good bit of the tension she felt, though the young lady was still wary.  They'd just passed another man with a powerful feeling radiating off him, though this was connected to his power, like with Mouse, as opposed to rooted in her own.  A glance at the numbers said they needed to continue down the hall a way, and the girl started that way -- and then stopped dead.  This wasn't the pull she normally felt.  Nor was it the flash of insight she experienced when she encountered another Seer, though it held both.  No, it ran far deeper than that, a bone-deep recognition  that had always been waiting.

As if in a trance, Amuné stepped for the door, reaching out to open it.  She was bewildered when it wouldn't open.  That was the way she was supposed to go, so what was preventing her?  A look through the little window resulted in nothing seen, but rather Seen, a pair of eyes burning into her mind.  Her breath caught in her throat and she stumbled back from the door, colliding with Jareth.  "Hey, easy!  ...What's wrong?  Amuné?"  The younger student looked up at him, her expression tight with fear, then closed her eyes and pressed a hand against her head.  "The other Seer," she said.  "I didn't know it would be like that."  She didn't explain further, but she was shaken.  She'd never encountered this, the sense of /knowing/ so strong it overwhelmed her, and the idea was frightening.

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