“Ah good, you’re all here.” Benoline Crabbit arrived with
a tall box. He tipped it over and sat on it. “Now then before we get on with Selection, you must acquaint yourselves with the unique qualities of these fine beasts. A Hovermutt’s loyalty is fierce. Once a choice is made, it will allow no other on its back unless with agreement. This is an honour never to be taken for granted…”
Root could not believe she was going to get a Hovermutt of her very own, something she’d only dreamed about. She gazed adoringly at every single one. Choosing seemed impossible.
Every kid jumped as a grey Hovermutt swooped past, by far the fastest in the field.
“I want that one!” Kor whispered.
“…And they will be your closest ally, your most reliable friend, indeed your companion for life.” Benoline Crabbitt ended with a sentimental sigh. “Now then, I believe it’s time for Selection.”