Wading with Baited Breath

That was both the last time Rarity's father ever indulged in the fantasy that his daughter might be a natural-born fishermare and the last time she ever consented to go fishing with him as a filly...

Done for this week's MLP-ATG-Alumni prompt: "a pony waiting with bated breath". I should probably appologize for how incredibly terrible this particular pun is- but I'm not actually sorry at all.

I am sorry for the image quality, however. I don't have access to a scanner at the moment, so a photo will have to do for now. I'll replace it with a proper scan as soon as I can.

In case anyone is curious, this is Copic marker and Pentel oil pastels on Strathmore canvas paper.