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Poor kid.

She doesn't get any respect. Goes from being Meeg's PA system to a pack mule, and the McGuffin character is teasing her (and scaring her out of her wits to boot).

And, knowing Meegs, she's actually a transformed animal or something.

Tis early days yet, Lyger.

Given that she is in the background at the moment, I'm wondering if she (can we have a name, please?) will have an important role to play later in this arc.

I'm guessing the apprentice used to eat oats.

Maybe we should start referring to her as Winnie.

I was wondering what might have happened to that horse.

Wouldn't she look more like a horse then? Only the eyes are strange.

Maybe Meegs is better at transfiguration than we thought.

I wish she/he is the horse. Then our suspicions would be confirmed: Meegs has less fashion sense than a beast of burden.

Given Meegs style(and the unfortunate Mr.Mouse), my first thought on her apprentice, was something like "I wouldn't be suprised, if she originally wanted to be a real boy".

Uh oh.
Given the hat... you could be right .
The horror...

Thanks Nox. Of course this would just prove that there are always those that are just puppets of the higher ups. And we may have at least a nickname then "Pini".

I wonder if her movements are kind of wooden from time to time.

I don't know... for a girl who might be made of wood, she's awfully good at getting her sneak on. And she seems to be a quick thinker, to boot.

Of course, I suspect the poor thing has little chance of being the Duchess of Grayfort anytime soon... The Elegrostian aristocracy seem not to be the marrying kind...

Quick thinker? How come? She just followed her instict, and sneaking next to someone who is in bed with another seems like complete lack of rational thinking.

Instinct? Somehow, I can't imagine "sneak into the bed of someone who's very nearly a complete stranger" as an instinctive response to Geem's (hey, it's as good a name as any for the time being) situation. Besides, she had to quickly formulate a plan to get herself into the tent (and into the bed) without being noticed by a practiced Ranger or his animal companion. Not the sort of thing one expects a dim bulb to pull off.

The funny thing here is that she feels like some of the so called 'dim-bulbs' that I have known. You know the type, they make everyone think they have the brains of a geranium and are hiding the fact that they can out think Stephen Hawking.

Ahem. I was talking about another kind of instict, the one that tends to make us all act like fools from time to time.
But what she actually is, probably remains to be seen .