my shadow tilts its head at me - blayd, any

[Blayd]

Blayd

The journey is silent, but enjoyable. His body swayed as they came to a wall of fire, his Galatic dorsal stripe seemed to mirror it. Allowing red and orange galaxies to flutter about. His dorsal stripe had never changed before, it always mirrored constellations like the Big Dipper and Scorpio, but never this. His muscles tensed as he were to speak, and interrupt the never ending silence between them. But Rhonan solved the problem, simply by constructing a portal out of shadows. Go figure.
 
He did wonder, if equine ungifted with powers such as his were to go to and fro how would they get past this wall? As the question repeated he began speaking only to find Rhonan not in sight. The inky black portal churned for a moment seeming to move with a slight movement quite like fire. Was this thing alive? Cautiously, he shoved his muzzle along with his body through the black void, only to find himself scooting out the back end behind Rhonan. He was clumsy, catching himself quickly as he seemed to fall downwards.

The question popped in his mind as he regained his balance, "Mark? What do you mean by mark?" He glanced back at inferno wall, wearily taking a step away from it.  Navy pools glancing at his dorsal stripe, it still mirrored the inferno yet less, as landscapes of deep space circled around the residues of red and orange galaxies slowly fading from his marking. Perhaps it was only an illusion, and he was simply imagining it but, he swore it changed. 

"Why is it going away?" He was filled with questions that consumed him. Why was it still on fire if it was winter? Good god, he could keep going on and on but, he soon halted himself. He didn't want to irritate Rhonan more than he had probably already had. "Sorry, if I'm asking too many questions." He added. His smokey Grey body shifted allowing himself at ease.

I don't care about anything anymore