Confident strides bring Midsummer up to the borders of a land that he is not personally familiar with but at the very least has heard of. Goal of his initial mission still stands, he knows that, and so one might believe that the decision to get involved in a group rooted within one set location was a foolish one. Midsummer most certainly was a fool, complete and utter idiot for trying to clean up after others and even more of an imbecile to rely on outside aid in his endeavours, but this was not a bad choice as far as he was concerned. If there had been one thing of particular use that he had learned through the years of espionage that he had endured during his life thus far, it was that settling down somewhere for however long was not always the worst thing to do.
Situation such as the one that he found himself currently caught up in was quite a tricky one. At least if he let his paws touch the ground for more than three seconds then he would be able to collect his thoughts and get to better know his surroundings without having to slink suspiciously between territories like some kind of rotten criminal. Here, Midsummer would be gifted with the opportunity to formulate a real plan of action, something that he had failed to do in the first place what with the spontaneous nature of his journey. With that all being said, he was not a criminal in any way, shape, or form and would vehemently argue against the notion should anyone attempt to convince him otherwise. Sometimes an individual may do things that, from a moral standpoint, could be perceived as 'bad' though if they acted in such a manner under just reasoning then there was nothing wrong with it.
This is not a topic that he needs to remind himself of very often. However, today there seemed to be something that was troubling him though why it comes to mind now of all times is entirely beyond him. Perhaps it was because he had unintentionally left Ford behind. Ford, right, fuck. Yet another issue which needed to be resolved as quickly as possible to avoid any budding complications from blooming into an entire garden more thorn than rose.
"Knock, knock. Anyone home?" Honeyed baritone voice rumbles from golden serval's throat as he barely holds back an exasperated sigh, endeavour to distract himself centred on garnering attention. Sharpened glare of bronze frosty as it sweeps across the terrain visible directly before him not in search of approaching strangers but instead simply surveying the land. He knew how things worked around here within these groups hence why he had been respectful enough to linger on border instead of strolling straight into their territory. They really should count themselves lucky that he was willing to play the part of tolerant stranger in tiresome waiting game when patient was anything but a descriptive word he would pin onto himself. Expelling any negativities that had started to brew within his mind already his stationary state, Midsummer sat himself down with back ramrod straight and tail curled neatly around his paws, waiting.
