The last step of security was something called 'Cutie Mark Identification' Most of them were completely find with it, but Koschei became a little worried. The questions were simple, "May I see your Cutie Mark? What does it mean? What is your occupation?" Mortimus answered with a flawless lie on the last two questions, saying that he was a candle maker. Ushas didn't exactly lie except on occupation. But Theta was bashfully honest: Stating that he didn't know what the strange box with roman numerals meant, and that he was the head of his household. The guard took the police box as a type of warden thing and moved on.
Koschei swallowed hard, it was his turn, The Guard took one look at his sliced flank and growled in annoyance, "What happened to your cutie mark sir? We can't tell if you are a potential threat without identification of your talent." Koschei blinked, "I'm no threat Ma'am." Koschei spoke, whipping his tail to show nervousness, "Did you ever earn it?" "Yes Ma'am. And it was burned off." "Why?" Koschei stared the guard straight in the eyes, "My old job required for me not to be able to be identified." As if in a trance the guard let Koschei past, although his wording did make him sound dangerous. "Alright! Now that that's over let's go find gate D 11" Theta spoke with a jump in his step, trying to read the different signs.




