They walked past on tiptoes. ‘And here –‘he said, as they came to the heart of the dark woods – ‘is where the real magic happens; this is Awakening, where the broom comes to life… and tells you what it will become.’ There was a still quality to the air, as if it were waiting for something. ‘They tell you?’ asked Willow in surprise. There was only one other Mementon present. A female with sleek auburn hair that flowed to her waist. The nails on her hands and feet were green, which matched her very large, luminous eyes. ‘My wife,’ whispered Chopak, ‘Ybaer.’ Ybaer was concentrating on the important task at hand, and he carried on whispering, so as not to disturb her. ‘We call this the Spark – when the broom touches the hands of an Awakener it releases the magic – telling the broom-maker what type of broom it will become. You see, like people, wood has a personality and no broom is exactly the same as another.’ Ybaer’s long fingers slid along the sapling, which lifted slowly into the air. After some time, a very faint blue outline shone all around it. Chopak explained. ‘When it glows blue like that it’s a Stealth.’ ‘A Stealth?’ asked Willow, her eyes reflecting the glow from the broom. ‘Yes, while no two brooms are exactly rhe same, they tend to have one dominant personality trait – like people. Some people are reserved, some confident, some exciting…’ Chopak said, eyeing Moreg. He cleared his throat, and then continued. ‘In the same way a broom’s dominant personality lends itself to different uses. Brooms tend to be Racers, Stealths, Torques or Jaunters. Racers are for those covering long-distance terrain and requiring a bit of speed;a Stealth is best for those who would prefer to pass unnoticed. Torques offer a rocket-like getaway, and Jaunters are for those who enjoy a Sunday afternoon sort of glide. There are the rare few that combine their qualities. You can get weird combinations, though, just like people. We had a Jaunter-Racer once, a very bumpy stop-start ride. It reminded me of an old racing horse who occasionally remembered his victorious youth!’