Chapter 6That afternoon
Kai studied the student who sat across from her with piles of papers and discs spread out between them.
“Is this what you wanted? Nissa and I have worked hard but I wasn’t sure we were doing it right,” Caryl queried fretfully.
“And what did you discover from this project?”
“That everything is a vibration?” Caryl bit down on her lower lip.
“Yes. Whether it is a vibration of sound, of light, or of smell, it is picked up by whichever of your senses or receptors interprets the vibration. Even the sense of touch is a vibration, called friction.”
“I never thought of it that way,” Caryl blushed.
Kai sat back and studied the young woman. Perhaps it was time to assure Caryl that her talents were on the right track.
“From what you’ve shown me, I’d say that this is the
