Emberwood Danny Dyer's Chocolate Homunculus

It was rare that anyone seek her out by name; often they'd come across Ibis by accident and have to put up with her company thereafter, and so far nobody seemed bothered by the girl's presence. It was entirely possible they were all playing in to her ego — what little there was — but Ibis didn't doubt their sincerity or friendship. What was strange, though, was when Pygmalion's call rang out for her. Calling to her, specifically. Was something wrong?

The girl pranced among the snow-capped piles of leaves, drifting, at least until that call sounded and she veered towards the source. It wasn't hard to find Pyg among the trees. He looked like he was in good spirits so any misgivings Ibis felt were washed away, and with a wagging tail she drew close to him, nuzzling his shoulder softly in greeting. Pygmalion, she murmurs, Did you need something?