Time passes slowly for Jezebel beneath the overhang with the horse. The water continues to stream off the lip in a sometimes muddy, often clear curtian of fluidity. The winds continue to whistle across the countryside and more often than not blast a large portion of the waterfall back into her shelter. She talks to the horse for a while, trying to sooth it's fear with a reasuring voice and the occasional rub along it's snout and neck. Eventually even this begins to wear on her soul and her mood turns from optimistic to bleak. She finally clicks her headset again. "Loooo? Lysia David of the starship Mae Lee here... Anyone out there? Anyone, getting awful lonely up here on the side of this mountain." After a moment of waiting she clicks the mike again. "Lysia David here, live from the foothills outside of Mutha where a tremendous storm is battering itself against the ???? mountian range. Over the past hour we've been witness to scenes of distruction the likes of which you could not possibly imagine. I'd compare it to a warzone but I know what those look like and this is a lot damper. Lets speak to local resident, Betty Lou Fenger." "Hallu? Ya man, like I was out on my porch with the young un's when it started to blow something fearsome like. I was afurd that the whole trailer park was gonna blow away, I just know there's a twister out there looking to home in on us. I hurd it, made a horrible sound, kinda like a cat with it's tail sucked up a vaccum. Terrible." "Thank you Betty Lou." Lysia Jezebel David
