As much as Mihail might have cared for his sister, he would be hard pressed to say he felt anything positive toward the family she had married into (although you could say the same about most people). However, he did suppose that, to a certain extent, it had been a wise marriage, even if it did nothing to further Mihail's own position and was, therefore, useless to him. He would have appreciated a little more consideration in that regard from a sister he had so kindly dubbed as his second favourite but...he supposed he could muster forgiveness every once in a while. That and, well, he did have some sense of affection toward his nephew. He wasn't exactly heartless.

In order to show his good intentions towards the bride and groom, albeit it several years - only six! - too late, Mihail had decided to finally pay them a visit. It wasn't the first time he'd seen Evras since her wedding, but it was the first time the boy had willingly made his way to the Kotas residence himself in order to visit her. Now eighteen, he felt a certain obligation to put aside his pettiness for the moment and play a more mature role, perhaps prove to his sister that he more or less considered her to be back in his good books.

Mihail had visited with clear intentions of staying a while, a couple days at least, wearing all his finest clothes to show them that he was worth just as much as they, whether they liked it or not. Despite family tensions, he hadn't thought the Kotas family would have any issue with his visit, given that his sister was now one of their own. She had always accepted him without a struggle and this seemed no exception to the fact, so the boy had been permitted to stay, however much of a nuisance he might be considered. That was the sort of thing he relished, the idea that these people could not stand him and yet were still forced to accommodate him. It gave an odd sense of importance and feeling important was one of the things Mihail liked the best in the world. Simple pleasures.

But, as it turned out, there was a lot more dullness to visiting than Mihail would have wanted and he had never dealt well with boredom. His sisters, Thea at least, had always been the same, in need of constant mental stimulation and always prepared to talk to him as he willed, yet there was no one offering to provide so easily here. Were he only a few years younger, there was no doubt that he would have ended up throwing a tantrum until he was paid any sort of attention, negative included but, now a full grown man, Mihail was left to fend for himself in the Kotas home, and had opted to do so by taking the opportunity of being alone at that moment to explore the place. Exploration was important because exploration gave him chance to investigate, and Mihail was never going to pass up a chance like that. The more dark little secrets he could find from looking around, the better.

He didn't exactly know his way about the place but that wasn't entirely cause enough to cease the investigation - fuel for the later fire was always a necessity - so Mihail had soon found himself wandering with no real location in mind, quite certainly almost lost and, as ever, not really doing anything of value.