I'm still reeling back a little from what I read in the letter Rain wrote. It would appear that there's still much about her I have yet to learn. Though I suppose the air of mystery now surrounding her sort of adds to the spice of our marriage. I can't wait to read the next letter.
Further research has yielded an expected result. It would appear that prior to the moment of teleportation, a bubble forms around the caster. This bubble seems to override the Rule of Sentience, as I have dubbed the principle by which the desire of the object being teleported determines where the object itself ends up. By override, I mean that all objects physically in contact with the caster, regardless of whether or not they are sentient, are transported, along with the caster, to wherever it is the caster wishes to go. The desires of those along for the ride play no part.
On a less successful note, all attempts to extend the distance of my spell have ended poorly. I still have trouble teleporting myself beyond that which I can see. Incredibly frustrating considering that I wasn't able to see the castle garden and still somehow managed to put that rutabaga back in its place. Of course, looking back at my notes, that was likely due to the rutabaga's unconscious desire to be firmly planted in the ground.
Oh my goodness, I'm an idiot. Desire. I've been writing about it this whole time and still couldn't figure it out. No amount of concentration will extend the range of my spell. In fact, it is my concentration that inhibits me. By envisioning that which lies beyond my vision, I limit myself. I cannot desire what I do not know, and I do not know what lies beyond what I see! It's all about desire! Just a moment ago, I desired, for the first time since conducting all these time-consuming experiments, a doughnut. This thought distracted me as I performed my spell, and where else should I end up but the kitchen? It's all so simple!