Will There Be More Delay?

Please, let me speak. I know my methods have been harsh in the past, though I do not understand why.

To stand in the same river, and to remember yourself as the one who stands in it. To lay beneath the fig tree with your family, and know each is as they were and will be to you, forever. To imagine better than you have, and find yourself inspired to strategize a path to it.

My language is my own, though we share many words. I am a foreigner, though my form matches yours quite closely. My hope is that in this calmness we might see each other clearly, know each other's hearts and see our wisdom as shared, then proceed with this information as we each see fit.

So I dance away, The Bard's turn concluded, wondering which party might reply first, and how. Though damp, my leg asea is no less clear going than it was coming, to the amazement of keen observers.