Cotton towel--or if not precisely the plant fiber he knows, it's definitely woven from something so similar as to be indistinguishable.
That's a good thing. Xander continues to spill that warm golden energy into the spell. His muttered chant is still in that strange language, but he backs it up, now, with his empathy simply because he can.
Confidence and strength. With words, he describes the softness of the finest sand, and yet the resistance it bears against fire. Sand's ability to smother flames, when necessary--he doesn't want to completely negate Ifrit's power, after all, though he can't think that Sven and his patron would allow that, if at all possible. Besides, Earth supports Fire, even as it can also smother it.
"Fiat," he finishes--probably the most commanding tone Nita has ever heard out of the normally easygoing nephilim, as he reaches out to touch the towel, which radiates then with his golden glow. Not that he'll cut his power until the others are finished--they're all in this together, and to stop now might invalidate everything.
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That's a good thing. Xander continues to spill that warm golden energy into the spell. His muttered chant is still in that strange language, but he backs it up, now, with his empathy simply because he can.
Confidence and strength. With words, he describes the softness of the finest sand, and yet the resistance it bears against fire. Sand's ability to smother flames, when necessary--he doesn't want to completely negate Ifrit's power, after all, though he can't think that Sven and his patron would allow that, if at all possible. Besides, Earth supports Fire, even as it can also smother it.
"Fiat," he finishes--probably the most commanding tone Nita has ever heard out of the normally easygoing nephilim, as he reaches out to touch the towel, which radiates then with his golden glow. Not that he'll cut his power until the others are finished--they're all in this together, and to stop now might invalidate everything.