Leandra felt herself “land” as the spell finished its effect. Looking around it seems that the spell had chosen to deposit her in a land of rainbows. It was a strange place the woman decided, feeling both wild and cultivated, natural and unnatural. It did, however, appear that she was out of range of other visitors to these flower fields and nothing seemed to be lurking in the non-existent shadows ready to try to eat her. So the spell had done what it was supposed to do, not that she had doubted it would. The only spells she doubted her ability in, where healing spells.

Having little interest in the scenery, that is not why she had come here, the woman moved into some of the decaying runes of a house and sat down on a crumbling wall. Might as well question the doll here, even if people at the college seemed to accept that it was spirits she was talking to, interacting/manipulating the dead still got mixed reactions. The only thing that had kept her from being monitored for necromancy was her interest in healing spells and the fact that she did not ask the spirits to bother her. Showing up with a spirit bound to a doll might start a whole new round of misunderstandings, which annoyed the woman. Even with an inflated sense of self, she still doubted she could ever bind and unwilling entity to anything. At least not for long enough to be worth the effect.

You had better be worth all this trouble she irritably grumbled at the doll. The woman was annoyed she had not gotten the spices she had traveled to get. Nostalgia and pitying herself was what had led her into this situation. Having had the idea to attach a spirit to a doll as a companion, she could have likely done so with a less troublesome being, one that had not just been murdered. One that could have told everyone at the college it was ok with being bound before she bound it. But the woman was stuck with the doll now, so might as well sate her curiosity as to what the spirit was going through. The idea of death both fascinated and terrified the woman.

“I am Leandra, what shall I call you, spirit of the doll” the woman said curtly, yet politely. She did have manners, after all, she just often chose not to use them. It would be best to start with an introduction, she would not want to spill all her secrets to a stranger, well really anyone. But sometimes other people liked to spill secrets to friends and aquaintances.