All of Ten's attention shifted from Keara, to the spell he was casting. It was the hardest part of magic, in his opinion, the intense concentration needed, to get the wanted result. He carefully ran the tip of the dagger through the mixture in the bowl, gathering in up on the side of the blade, before casting it into the fire. It was just a taste, for the fire to know what they were working with.
"Sanguis lacrimae sacrificum. Elementum recolligo huic locus. Commodo mihi vestri vox. Elementum unda ego dico vos. Permissum pluit. Is est meus nos sic vadum is exsisto."
With a flick of his wrist, Ten poured the rest of the mixture onto the flames, and stood back quickly as a plume of smoke erupted into the air. It seemed to float above them, hovering, until a crack of lightening was heard, and rain started to fall in big, fat drops. Ten smiled and looked over his shoulder at Keara, before turning back to the dying fire. He dropped the bowl into the flames, taking the dagger and stabbing it into the soft soil beneath his feet.
"Finite," he said quietly, taking a moment to silently thank the earth. He pulled the dagger free, and set it into the sheath at his waist, before he turned back to his slave.