[SPOILER=das + lan]
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Felixir 
Following Aslan was something akin to what Daxton imagined it might be like to track a wild animal. He had never done such a thing himself, of course, having no interest in any animal bar those with practical uses. He had read a variety of books before, however - both fiction and non-fiction - in which the topic of animal tracking had been either briefly touched upon or explored in great detail. As Aslan continued down the train and Daxton followed, he wondered exactly what type of creature she would be in this scenario.
It was... hard to say, and he ruminated on it for quite some time, making the most of his not-quite-quarry's general obliviousness. For long enough, at least, that he was in danger of losing himself within his own thoughts, as had been happening so much more often over the last few months.
Having watched Aslan slip into a presumably compartment, Daxton, again, followed, as if on autopilot - and, indeed, he felt very much like that was exactly the case.
Sliding the door closed again behind him, Daxton stared right at Aslan, deciding not to take a seat just yet. He just needed... to look, just for now. Almost as if to just make sure she was actually there at all. A tiny frown creased his features, and he tilted his head just ever so slightly to the right, and he stared, his cold blue eyes glinting ever so slightly from time to time, thanks to the occasional flare of sunlight in the compartment.
The compartment was particularly warm thanks to the sun shining through the window and August's lingering, almost clingy warmth. It was a good job she hadn't yet donned her robes, otherwise the young woman would have been fairly uncomfortable rather than only /mildly/ so. Her wand was behind her ear, tucked there for safe keeping and she reached for it, her attention still on the passing scenery, and with a muttered spell the compartment was cooler.
The spell was simple, but Aslan wore a small smile of satisfaction.... Until she noticed the reflection in her window.
Red.
Red.
Blue.
Blue. Blue. Blue.
"Daxton." She muttered, eyes widening as her fist clenched around her wand. She didn't turn to him, but sat as still as ever, her eyes trained on his form through the glass. He looked... Well kept, normal, much like himself with no visible changes aside from the scar. The sight of it sent a tingle to her palms, and Aslan clenched her fists again, trying to subdue the response. She had, of course, expected to see him at one time or another, but she had not expected it to be so soon.
Everything suddenly felt so still, so silent. The giggling from the other corridors seemed to fade, the rumbling or the train vanished all together and even her own thoughts felt muted. Whether the emotions attempting to flood through her were good or bad Aslan didn't know, but she was well aware of one thing.
Daxton Prince was a force of nature, one she wasn't sure she wanted to meet head on, again.