Ranni's Doll sat politely on a rock, staring into the cavernous waterfall that poured endlessly over its edge. Her doll's placement, as per the invocation, was near random, and fate had decided her resting place to be near the craggily wall of a cave, onlooking the underground flow of water. Her porcelain features were still perfectly in tact in her miniature form. It had been many years since Ranni went to sleep, but she still mused over her thoughts. It was all she had, so it would have been foolish not to use every moment wisely. Her contemplations were snapped away by the loud, clumsy splashing of water.
"What lieth near? Who comes?" She thought to herself. She had only hoped that the source of the noise would enter her cone of vision soon enough, as she had no freedom to move from where she sat. Entering into the right side of her locked periphery seemed to be a simple-minded girl, with pleasant blonde hair tied into a large bun at the back of her head. She seemed to take joy in splashing the water of the river as she approached the doll with curiosity. Ranni could only watch as she grew closer, and her first thoughts were: "Impotent girl, thoust stay away..."
But her thoughts were not actions, and her actions were not possible while her soul was contained in the inert body of a doll... so Ranni could do nothing but watch as the girl drew close. She picked up the doll from its resting place, the first movement it had made in many years; and inspected it all over to Ranni's growing displeasure.
"How nice! A wonderful doll!" The girl said excitedly. Her name was Rya, and she was a young, kind, but admittedly impetuous lady.
Ranni tried to speak but mentally scowled as her body did not permit it.
"Who left you here all alone?" the girl continued. "You're very pretty."
Rya played with the four-armed porcelain woman, jiggling her around like a ragdoll. "I'm going to make you my friend," she giggled at her new companion. Ranni thought to herself, "No! Thou shalt not touch me! Put me down!" She put all of her mental force, all of her power as one of the most power witches in history into that command. And finally, she managed to make a singular movement. The doll's face had turned into a slight sardonic frown. Ranni felt exhausted after doing something so simple, and she knew there was no chance she could do any more than that. And to Ranni's further disgust at the girl's lack of perception among other things, Rya didn't notice anything had changed. She kept walking, occasionally tossing the doll back and forth between her hands, still unaware of its true nature.
"You're so pretty and nice and fun... I'll give you candy and take care of you..." She cooed at it, and continued playing with it.
Ranni's annoyance was growing by the minute, but what could be done? Her little porcelain body was tossed around like a ragdoll, making any chance of focusing on her mental studies impossible.
"I think you're cute too! You're cute just like me! We can have tea parties together!" Rya stuck out her tongue at it before continuing to play with the porcelain woman. "I'm going to teach you how to dance!" she said happily to the doll, speaking faster and faster. "Oh, I'm so excited!"
Dancing? Tea parties?! Ranni seethed at the idea. She wanted to scream, to yell in frustration, to shout at this impudent girl who knew nothing of her legendary status, her cosmic plans... But she was simply not allowed to act, nor speak aloud. So she had no choice but to watch as Rya played with her doll for hours upon end. The scenery — what she was able to see from her body's position, sometimes jammed into tight places or even upside-down when being thrown about by the girl's enthusiastic dancing — changed over time as Rya ventured the lands with her new little toy doll. Rya had grown attached to it, and picked up a nasty habit of licking its face every now and then. It disgusted Ranni greatly, but there was little that could be done by way of protest. This was one of those times. Ranni knew it was coming. "Scum!" She mentally screamed, and tried desperately to make some form of physical response. "Thou shalt not slobber mine porcelain shell! Thou hast no right!" Her vision was engulfed by Rya's face, which she began to open. She made an "Aaaah..." sound, lulling out her tongue to give the doll a good lick.
"I AM RANNI THE WITCH!" She internally roared in fury. "THOU SHALT NOT LICK ME! THOUSAND YEARS OF HISTORY AND COSMIC PLANS ARE AT STAKE HERE!! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!" Of course, it was all for naught as the doll externally remained inert. Rya began to, somewhat like a dog, lap at the doll with her mouth wide opened, her saliva dripping down the doll's porcelain features.