Redana is watching the winds. Even the warning of Hades himself must slowly sink in through her consciousness; her mind is swirling magenta and indigo. Her gold cascades down behind the port in her helmet, the end of her hair knotting into a thick sapphire knot counterbalancing the wreath of lilies. Even holding out her hand into the gale threatens to unbalance her; if she throws herself heedlessly across, the winds will steal her away. She is not afraid. It is a different sort of hesitation: am I ready? Have I seen enough? Have I missed something? Yes, thank you, Auspex, it is fast. She could hardly notice.

"I'll be careful," she says, but she doesn't think [i]through[/i] what it means to be careful. If she was being particularly careful, she might invite the Nemean to interpose herself; to become, for a moment, that towering amazon, confident and strong and effortlessly heroic. But it [i]means[/i] more if she does this herself. "I can do this." This time, Mother... this time, Hades will understand. She can do this. She can [i]do[/i] this. Throw herself against the headwind, let it shove her into place, roll on the shoulder... she tucks the plug into her belt. It will be both a lifeline and a way to keep her hands free.

For a moment, she rests the hand of her thoughts on the stovetop of Bella, looking up at her while she balances on the athletic beam, smiling so bright. [i]You can do it, princess! I believe in you![/i] And she had done it, first try: she had dashed down the beam, caught the rings hanging from the ceiling, vaulted onto the climbing wall... "I'm sorry," she murmurs to the Bella in her memory. Memory Bella doesn't hear her; she keeps clapping, hopping up and down with glee, looking up at her for once, smiling so happily. "If Bella was here, she'd tell me to be careful, too. And she'd be hopping from paw to paw, and telling me how the dust is actually a health hazard, so maybe we should find another way around. But she's an itsy bitsy scaredy-cat, isn't she?"

The howling of the wind is the only answer. There's no squeak or stammer, no blush and no Bella telling her that she'll get in [i]trouble[/i] if you're a daredevil, Dany, I mean, Milady... there's just the wind, and the mourning howl that makes a shiver run through her limbs, because she can hear the pain. Someone, out there, in the wind, is hurting so big that it fills up the whole world. She peers out as far as she dares, but doesn't see the mourner. "Besides, Dany, what would you even do to help them? You need to get the Plover working before you can help anybody."

She backs up, licks her lips, braces one heel against the spot where two tiles meet. Then she lunges forward, leaps-- and activates her mag harness once she's past the point of no return. Even if the wind tosses her away, she'll end up pinned to something that she can climb down from, and that should stop her from having a sliding landing. The harness will keep her steady. A perfect plan.

[[b]8[/b] on Overcome. My pitch: the only reason she makes it is because her gloves and boots are designed for grip in situations just like this; marking one use of her Spacer's Uniform.]