A kaleidoscope of colors erupts before them–bright reds and dark blues colliding together and battling for dominance, highlighted by purples and oranges and everything in between. The wormhole is a sight to behold, more grand than anything Jaiyra had seen in his travels as a bounty hunter and more intimidating than even the Pleiad ship they had fled from seconds before. Within only seconds of seeing it, Jaiyra has to turn away. Due to his throbbing eyes or the knowledge of what was beyond those gorgeous patterns, he couldn’t tell. The prince is glaring at him. Mercury eyes burn in their brightness, a series of light giving his pale skin color it hadn’t had before. He wears each gracefully, as someone of the Daeadem race would, and it makes Jaiyra’s lip curl. No one should look half as decent in bright orange as he does. “We’re in–” the prince started, as if Jaiyra needs a reminder of the mess they’re in. As if he weren’t there when the ship went out of control and their path sharply turned in the worst direction possible. As if he couldn’t see the light show dancing before them, and didn’t know the foreboding darkness that lay just beyond it. “Deep shit,” he cut in with a roll of his eyes. “If you’ll excuse my language, your royal annoyance.”