You settle down next to the Site of Grace, the golden light that acts as your waypoints in these harsh lands. You lift the Miniature Ranni doll you found nearby into the light and examine it. It is cold to the touch, as though left out in the snow. It really is a perfect, albeit tiny, representation of the Lunar Princess who you swore to serve quite some time ago. You examine the tiny hands, each finger moving, feeling as soft and real as your own. You poke its belly and feel it shift slightly beneath your fingertip. You grab the hem of the long white dress and you're in the middle of lifting it when 4 hands latch onto your finger.

"Oh? A dogged fellow, aren't we? Or is it merely thy habit, to play with dolls? Fine...fine. I hadn't expected any soul to recognize me in this guise. But now the cat is out the bag, I cannot allow thee thy freedoms. The name of Ranni the Witch is already sullied by thee."

Her porcelain features reveal slight exasperation. Her ghostly face, on the other hand, Is wide eyed, blushing a luminous blue, and screaming a little silent scream. Her four hands pull ineffectually, trying to force your fingers off the hem of her dress.