[ The light works, its beam steadily shining through the container, illuminating the falling condensation within.
With one hand warming the top of the chamber, her other will reach to pull Honerva closer. Cuddle up, you. Tone still hushed, her eyes keep a steady watch upon the falling particles. ] And now... we wait.
[ It may seem as if they are watching nothing more than snow-like droplets of the alcohol falling within, and some time may pass in silence as they watch nothing at all occur. Pyra appears to hold her breath in wait, but then it happens-- a fine, white line appears, whipping softly through the super-saturated cloud and stringing together the fall of the condensation, as if someone or something had painted a fingerstreak across the air, stalling the descent of the droplets. It fades a moment after. ] Oh--....there! Look, did you see it? [ Her eyes light up, and she glances at Honerva. Excited, she leans against her, motioning with a lift of her head towards the chamber. ]
...A muon. [ She whispers. ] Or... that is what we call them, in my world.
[ She turns her head back to the glass. There will be more such patterns in their tiny apparatus they've made, should they continue to watch. Another fine, long streak. Short, larger lines. Two curling ones. And rarely, one that forks in its path. She names them: another muon, radon, an electron and a positron; finally, decay.
Last month, they had talked about stars and gravity, the descent at which the snow falls like spinning galaxies in a dance that all of creation knows across its largest masterpieces. Yet in this-- this little experiment, this cloud chamber, they are able to observe the world's most minuscule structures. ]
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With one hand warming the top of the chamber, her other will reach to pull Honerva closer. Cuddle up, you. Tone still hushed, her eyes keep a steady watch upon the falling particles. ] And now... we wait.
[ It may seem as if they are watching nothing more than snow-like droplets of the alcohol falling within, and some time may pass in silence as they watch nothing at all occur. Pyra appears to hold her breath in wait, but then it happens-- a fine, white line appears, whipping softly through the super-saturated cloud and stringing together the fall of the condensation, as if someone or something had painted a fingerstreak across the air, stalling the descent of the droplets. It fades a moment after. ] Oh--....there! Look, did you see it? [ Her eyes light up, and she glances at Honerva. Excited, she leans against her, motioning with a lift of her head towards the chamber. ]
...A muon. [ She whispers. ] Or... that is what we call them, in my world.
[ She turns her head back to the glass. There will be more such patterns in their tiny apparatus they've made, should they continue to watch. Another fine, long streak. Short, larger lines. Two curling ones. And rarely, one that forks in its path. She names them: another muon, radon, an electron and a positron; finally, decay.
Last month, they had talked about stars and gravity, the descent at which the snow falls like spinning galaxies in a dance that all of creation knows across its largest masterpieces. Yet in this-- this little experiment, this cloud chamber, they are able to observe the world's most minuscule structures. ]