Jezebel has carefully wedged herself between a couple of large rocks in the outcrop in an attempt to make herself less likely to become a kite in the steadily rising winds. The position seems considerably less precarious than her last one but unfortunately a river somehow seems to have found it's way down the back of her duster and she's growing more and more uncomfortable by the minute. She looks at the horse and frowns, "Lovely weather," she screams in an attempt to be hears above the roaring winds, "you come here often or this your first trip to the hill country." There's a groaning crack and a large section of tree flies off the bluff above them and crashes to the ground not twenty meters from their current position. "Ya it's my first time too," she looks at the tree for a moment, "I hear the fishing is good. Not that I'm much of a fisherwoman, always struck me as a triffle boring myself." She clicks her com, "Woof, Woof." She screams, "You still okay buddy? I'll tell you one thing this isn't how I expected my second day on the job on a starship to be." Jezebel chuckles for a moment, "I hope the ship is a bit drier than this." Lysia Jezebel David
