Cover Art #5 - Somehow it's Thursday Edition · 2:14am Dec 16th, 2016
HEY GUYS SO I'M REALLY BAD AT FOLLOWING A SCHEDULE SOMETIMES!
*cough*
So, life got unexpectedly insane over the last several days, and I've only just now remembered that I still had one more of these new cover art blogs to do before posting a new story. Originally, I planned to have the new, LyraBon-focused story out yesterday, but considering how things have gone lately, I have retroactively decided to shift the timetable around some.
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The new story will be posted for you all to enjoy tomorrow morning, and until then please check below the break for the last of Rossby Waves' stunning cover art pieces! It is very possibly my favourite of the bunch.
The weeks of flirting had been awkward for both parties. Lyra knew she needed to open with something strong—something to grab Bon Bon’s attention. “Hello, beautiful. Or can I just call you Bon Bon?”
Bon Bon groaned and rubbed her cheeks. To Lyra’s delight, they were the faintest shade of pink. “Do we have to go through this again?”
A wide, toothy smile bloomed over Lyra’s face. “Until you go out with me, you can bet your cute little flank that we do!”
“Lyra!” Bon Bon hissed, leaning over the counter. Lyra was more than happy to return the gesture, bringing them closer together. “There are foals present! With their parents, I might add!”
“Aww, but Bonnie . . .” Lyra pouted. “You get so adorable when you’re all flustered.”
Grumbling, Bon Bon moved back behind the register. “Is there something I can help you with? Maybe related to candy?”
“Can’t I visit my favourite mare on my favourite holiday?” Lyra asked, weaving innocence into her voice.
“Holiday? What holi—Oh.” Bon Bon blinked, staring at the four-leaf clover tucked into Lyra’s mane. Lyra wiggled her ears and grinned. “Huh. Happy Saint Paddy Wagon’s Day. I guess that explains why everypony’s wearing green.”
Lyra’s smile trembled with the effort of keeping her laughter in check. “Most ponies, Bonnie. Some ponies, like me, are just naturally green. Others, like a certain mare I know, happened to forget.” She waggled her eyebrows and her horn glowed in a golden aura. “And you know what happens to ponies who don’t wear green on Saint Paddy’s day, don’t you?”
A wrinkle formed in Bon Bon’s brow as it furrowed. Then, her eyes widened and her face flushed from her neck to the tips of her ears. “L-Lyra Heartstrings!” she squeaked, eyeing Lyra’s horn and covering her flank with her tail. “Don’t you dare!”
