Arcs of Silver Light
Shhhhhh. The light shifted in Delenn's hands, moving from right to left.
Ssshhhhiiik. It shifted again, moving from the left, back to the right. It was relaxing, almost hypnotic, Delenn thought. It would be incredibly easy to fall into a meditative state like this, with the silver light making perfect arcs in front of her eyes, and the soft hissing sound, very similar to the rain…
"What did you say this was called, John?" she asked, a focused, and somewhat distant tone in her voice.
"A Slinky," came the reply.
"A Sleenk-ee," Delenn repeated. The word was a little odd, but it suited the strange spring. "I like it."