She stares at you for a second after that, as you step sharply to your feet. Without a word, you snap to your full height, and wheel out of the barn. Tears well behind your eyes. There's a dull thud as the barn door slams into place, and you jump a little at it. You're glad she's still inside, but it's a shame she kept the liquor.
You walk for what seems like an extraordinarily long time. You're not really sure where you are, if indeed you are anywhere at all. The forest - it's all - it's - maybe you're starting to feel that hick's moonshine after all. Eventually, you come to a little mossy clearing and lay down. For a reason you can't quite describe - in the morning, you think it a little private joke, but you know it's not true - you look up at the sky, up at the stars. All the little lights in the world, so far away. You try to trace the constellations you know - the Horse, the Pot, the Spade, the - what was that one again? All at once, the stars seem to shift, to shiver, to rearrange themselves. For a moment, you feel an overwhelming contentment. A peace. You imagine that this is what it is like when old men die. A crackling in the brush! Shaking your head to clear off the fey-trick, you leap up, your bayonet held in one hand, scanning the clearing. A bright-red songbird, then another, then another, dozens of them, fly free from the branches and cloud the night sky, blotting out the stars, receding forever into the dark. It is quite impossible to cry
Witness Beauty! 1 stress cleared
End of Night! you roll a 3 and a 6, so that's no stress cleared, but you did gain Drinking as a vice. Not Stargazing, though.
You wake, some time later. Dawn - God in Heaven! How long were you out? You retrace your stumbling steps to where you came through the forest originally, then dash for the airbase. Crashing through, eventually, you come to the perimeter. Your plane, glistening white, but with the spades painted over with scythes and wrenches, stands ready off to the side of the dirt runway. The mechanic looks up at you.
"You're late, Garen!"
"Well, Hans, let's not waste any more time."
"Sir! Your wingman's missing, too!"
You curse to yourself.
What now, Garen?
[] "Very well! We will wait!"
[] "I can fetch her! Wait here!"
[] "Damn the girl, get me airborne!"
