Aaaand, we’re done!
One evening Starlight took a trip to Canterlot to brush up on some important theorems that Twilight said she missed.
Then in the middle of a fascinating study, she realized she wasn’t alone in the library. A set of white hooves plucked her from her seat and gently wrapped themselves around her barrel. It was only until she looked up at the muzzle pressing into hers that she realized just who it was that was hugging her.
“P-princess? Why’s your mane so… blue?”
“Oh don’t worry about that… So, Starlight is it?”
“Yes, your highness…”
“Well, I think that Twilight made a good choice in an apprentice; You’re very polite.”
“Um… Thank you Your highness… W-would you please let me go now?”
“Oh no, don’t let me stop you,” She giggled. “As far as you’re concerned, I’ll be your pillow.”
Starlight knew something was wrong, but she dared not say anything about it in fear of some sort of punishment. So with a nervous smile, she hesitantly returned the affection.
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So here’s another on and off piece I did during this week. It started out as a fluffy piece of Celestia nuzzling up to Starlight glimmer, But things do tend to get away from me. Look at the fuzzy ponies. Just look at them!
Anyway, next time, I’m going to try more painting without thick black lines. It should be a more detailed piece, I hope.
Relevant.
Daytime: Any day where I can’t make little Gilda comfortable in my tower is one filled with regret… That poor princess is always so nervous around us…
((I’d like to apologize for the poor quality of the second image. It was only when I finished it that I realized that it was only a quarter of the size of the first.))
Pinkie, you’re not supposed to say things like that!!
Pinkie: What? It’s not like you even liked it.
Daytime: …
Obligatory Valentine’s day post. Sheesh Tia, what a downer. At least she’ll still cuddle, right?
Happy valentine’s day, everyone! (Except for the percentage that have no special someone to be with. May your suffering only be brief.)
Daytime: And what did I tell you about using Old Equite, Moonlight?
Moonlight: …Don’t, Celestial?
Daytime: That’s right, my little sacrifice! Now give your sister a big hug!
Moonlight: TIA, NEIGH! ICREIGHLA!!
((And this is where I begin to take great liberties on ponies, names and the like! You can expect drastic differences from show cannon if you haven’t noticed already.
Notes: Because I could find no good English to old English translator (in order for Luna to occasionally speak in the language of a thousand years ago), I have chosen to make up one. Few things of note, “Ic” is the personal it from used for “I”, “mine” and “my”; “la” is a strong feminine you form, where as “lo” would be a weak feminine you form. (Masculine you forms would be “to” [pronounced “toe”] and “ta”. I also tried to mix in your typical English horse automatopia.
Sorry for the wall of text. Next will have less, I swear.))
