Sam stormed out of the pub. Cuni was a stuck-up ignoramus with absolutely no Naeri-Level sense or memory about him. How could Sam forget that's why he stopped coming here. The idiot elven man had long since become senile in his... middle-age? So confusing. Sam huffed and blew hair out of his eyes as he slung his bag back over his shoulder and exited the town, walking down the path toward the DuFair. He needed the woods right now. There was a meadow he went to often to calm his nerves. Being Naeri he had free passage in DuFair, that and he still had a reputation there. (He would be entering from the north.)

The DuFair wasn't even 2 miles away, the town he visited being one of those who settled near the outskirts, so he wasn't all that far away. It took him about an hour to get to the woods. He took into the trees and paid no attention to the road. He lost himself quite easily in the greenery around him, at the same time a sweet Naeri prayer to Naduir danced through the air as he sang to himself. The woods seemed to open up just a bit as he traversed it. The thickness of it was smotheringly beautiful. When he found his clearing he grinned wide.

He was in this clearing a few years ago when he got captured by that godforsaken woman and her people. When they found he was Naeri they apologized and invited him to stay the night. He obliged, only for them to learn of his way of singing flowers from the ground. He was essentially kidnapped for the next few weeks. The remembrance made him shudder and he quickly put his bag down by the edge of the clearing.

Sam walked to the center and quieted his singing. He held his arms up, restarted singing with another prayer, and became the embodiment of fever. Such dancing was fast-paced and hard to follow, it was also his trademark as the best Rogue-Naeri to be able to dance as fast and ferocious as even the wildest races of Enduwin. His heels almost never touched the ground as his toes spun and traced shapes on the ground, his arms twisting every so slightly at the right times, and all the while his singing voice stayed strong due to years of practice. That and the song didn't require a difficult melody and was simple enough a child could sing it, being primarily percussive sounds in the harsh but beautiful Naeri tongue.

Then in an instant he felt that someone was dancing with him. He flipped in the air and landed on his foot, then went utterly still. His naked Goddess stood in a similar position, a yard or so away. Sam smiled childishly, but also began to shake. His last encounter with this Goddess cursed him for his selfishness. This time he felt like he was going to be given a chance to right himself.

"Naduir."

"Sam,"

Sam slowly released himself from his pose along with Naduir and stood straight-backed. He was shorter than her, so he looked up as she approached with a smile. The normally angst-ridden Sam was suddenly very humble and youthful. He bowed rather awkwardly, right arm held out as he pitched forward, crossing his legs. When he raised, Naduir was much closer to his face.

"It's been a while, Sam. You know, I miss how beautiful you used to be, my most beautiful worshiper. Why you ever provoked me, I don't understand." She said with quick note-like words. She adopted the Naeri tongue as she spoke. "I have a chance for you to redeem yourself, are you interested?" Sam's face flushed, Naduir's hand had touched his cheek with her last question.

"I... Yes." He said, blinking his eyes and turning his head. "What is it?" He asked. But he didn't hear a response. He felt what seemed to be a kiss on his cheek and she vanished. His head quickly snapped toward the direction she had been, and all that stood was a small flower at his feet. One that only appeared in the Plains of Origin.