Emberwood We could be men with ven

Just as Ibis appeared, the leaves settled. They landed on his head, his back, his paws — he was an exuberant, animated autumn decoration. Hallo, Ibis! he greeted warmly, tail wagging through the crisp pile. 

Pygmalion rose to his feet, cocking his head as he walked toward her. Oh, just grand. What're ye up to, then? he asked. This girl was their fearless leader, apparently, or at least the one that had brought them all together. 

But how? Where had she come to find such charisma, and where could he get a sample?