Embers of Dawn: Chapter 5: Market Meeting
The way axton carried himself intrigued him.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 11: Drinks, Dragons, and Disasters
How many drinks have you had, axton?” axton raised his head just enough to speak, words muffled. “three. no—four. i think. there was a glowing one. and a second glowing one. then one that had... smoke?”
Scales and Honor- Night Rising: Chapter 8
She moved closer to axton, curling her tail around him protectively. "axton, it is time for your lessons. i hope you have learned your lesson from yesterday?"
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 18: Should I Bring Snacks?
axton! there you are!” the shout came barreling through the flying district like a cheerful avalanche. axton barely had time to glance up before roran skidded to a halt beside him, panting lightly, tail wagging in broad, happy arcs.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 16: Where Magic Lives
Said axton. “such a protective thing is he not?” nelneras chuckled, “it’s almost like he’s a mother hen.” axton laughed, “oh, you have no idea.”
Darkened Skies: Prologue
The old man's piercing gaze shot back to axton, the boy trembling for a moment. axton fumbled with the papers in his hands."y-yes sir. he already did."
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 4: Aftermath
axton ignored the knot in his chest and focused on the books.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 12: Soft Places, Sharp Edges
He leaned in, slowly and certain, breath warm against axton's ear. “there is nothing wrong with you," he said. his beak traced the mage's jaw with barely a graze, enough to draw a shiver that rolled down axton's spine.
Scales and Honor- Night Rising: Chapter 12
axton shouted, his voice cracking and full of pain. "how could you?"
Darkened Skies: Chapter 16: Fragments
Though this time it was axton that came to her aid.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 10: Second Chances
axton's shoulders tensed. nelneras watched, satisfied. he didn't need the man's thoughts. he could see what silence tried to hide. “and yet," nelneras went on, “you came regardless." axton didn't retreat.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 13: A Spoonful of Chaos
“why does that remind me of axton?” “mom—” axton groaned, dragging a hand through his hair. “it doesn’t need to be _perfect._ really. i’m just happy to be here.” “oh, now that’s a lie,” infinity said with a bark of laughter.