Mihail had been friends with Nikos for a year now, although he supposed that 'friends' was a strong word, given that they did not have so much chance to converse outside of the festival, and since their first meeting, he had not made another trip to Taengea. But he had been glad to visit the Condos household the last time he had been present, and had sent the man a few brief letters detailing whichever party in Nethisa might have picked his interest, or planning some international exchange of fine wines. Now that he was returning for the Festival of Dionysus for yet another year (how he loved the affair), he had decided it was only fair to pay the man and his family a friendly visit.

The main events of the Festivals had occurred the night before, and, as a result, he had not chosen to make the journey to his friend's home until a bit later in the day, needing the rest. Besides, wherever he had woken up was certainly not his own home, and he had been forced to push the man away when he sleepily requested another round together in the morning, letting him know that he had no idea what his name was, and that he was not a woman anyhow. He had requested that the man's staff order him a carriage for the return journey towards the temporary Thanasi home, not willing to walk when he was still dressed in the same elaborate chiton as the night before, make-up smeared unceremoniously across his face as if to show off just what Mihail had been up to all night.

Once home — if one could call the estate they barely visited a home — he had immediately gone for a bath, freshened up in the flower-scented water. The opportunity to relax when his head still pounded was greatly appreciated. He took his time afterwards, dressing simply in a pretty red chiton with thin golden trim and little additional accessories aside from the pins which held the folds together. There was no need for anything excessive to visit his friend, after all.

Inexplicably, Nikos was not present when he arrived, but that was no trouble, as he had no problem waiting with the man's sister. They had met before, and the Thanasi was rarely all that fussy about the company he kept when they were of a certain standard already.

"Ophelia," he smiled as the door was opened to let him into the room, a moment taken to adjust his expression of displeasure that his friend was not present. "Lovely to see you. I take it Nikos is unavailable?" Mihail stepped forward to place air kisses on either side of her, his expression bright. "I cannot stay too long, you understand?" He slipped past her to find a spare kline, falling down on it out of the exhaustion of his night, and looking up at her with a joking smile that did not seem too natural on his features. "I did not see you at the festival. Were you too preoccupied finding me a perfect gift?"