Anthony’s conversation with Lucy earlier that day did little to yield the results he’d anticipated. In fact, it hadn’t yielded much of anything because he hadn’t managed to bring up Ms. Victoire Malfoy at all. Cat got your tongue, and all that. It just felt too soon, almost, to bring up the notion of a woman he didn’t even really know that well. They’d met once, and she’d been gracious in her thanks of his actions which, in retrospect, any proper gentleman ought to have done. He was getting rather ahead of himself in trying to dig into other people’s affairs. It didn’t matter that her pretty face had been on his mind for weeks; if Basil was barking up that tree, Anthony needn’t ruin it without cause.
It was with this mindset that the brunette joined his family in the hunt. If given the opportunity to get to know Ms. Torie better, he would take it. It was his responsibility as the eldest anyhow to vet any potential friends or new relatives, wasn’t it? For now, he was determined to enjoy the feeling of freedom that riding through the familiar English countryside enabled. There was something just so about England that in all his travels Anthony had been unable to forget. He quite liked Portugal and France, and a number of other locales on the great wide continent, but England was… home. It always would be, despite his wandering. As of late, Anthony had been feeling the need for it, more and more.
His hunt for a wife was… serious at this stage, he supposed. Though ‘hunt’ implied he was out on the prowl, actively searching and interviewing. In reality, Anthony had just started flirting with the idea of settling down if he met the right person. He was determined to marry for love, and love alone, even if it did make Mama roll her eyes fondly. Hers had been a love match however, so she really had no leg to stand on against his wanting the same. He just hoped to find someone that both inspired something within him and complimented his future plans and aspirations. That couldn’t be so terribly difficult, right?
Lost in his own thoughts, Anthony didn’t even realize as he became separated from the larger group. He’d started with Basil, Atticus, Reggie and the others, but somewhere along the line he must have lost them. He urged his cantankerous gelding into a canter and laughed as the bay pinned his ears in irritation. Sam was perfectly happy to continue trotting along, sightseeing thank you very much. None of this effort nonsense. Anthony gave the gelding a small pat which did nothing to ease the creatures annoyance, but they moved off against Sam’s will anyhow. (With this much brute on one’s back, there really was no choice.) Anthony was used to the gelding's antics however, so he held Sam softly in the mouth even as he spotted someone streaking out of the trees ahead. That looked fun. Urging the gelding into a lope, he hoped to either catch up to the other or for them to notice him and slow. Sam likely was not about to be enticed to spur on full-tilt from this distance.
It was with this mindset that the brunette joined his family in the hunt. If given the opportunity to get to know Ms. Torie better, he would take it. It was his responsibility as the eldest anyhow to vet any potential friends or new relatives, wasn’t it? For now, he was determined to enjoy the feeling of freedom that riding through the familiar English countryside enabled. There was something just so about England that in all his travels Anthony had been unable to forget. He quite liked Portugal and France, and a number of other locales on the great wide continent, but England was… home. It always would be, despite his wandering. As of late, Anthony had been feeling the need for it, more and more.
His hunt for a wife was… serious at this stage, he supposed. Though ‘hunt’ implied he was out on the prowl, actively searching and interviewing. In reality, Anthony had just started flirting with the idea of settling down if he met the right person. He was determined to marry for love, and love alone, even if it did make Mama roll her eyes fondly. Hers had been a love match however, so she really had no leg to stand on against his wanting the same. He just hoped to find someone that both inspired something within him and complimented his future plans and aspirations. That couldn’t be so terribly difficult, right?
Lost in his own thoughts, Anthony didn’t even realize as he became separated from the larger group. He’d started with Basil, Atticus, Reggie and the others, but somewhere along the line he must have lost them. He urged his cantankerous gelding into a canter and laughed as the bay pinned his ears in irritation. Sam was perfectly happy to continue trotting along, sightseeing thank you very much. None of this effort nonsense. Anthony gave the gelding a small pat which did nothing to ease the creatures annoyance, but they moved off against Sam’s will anyhow. (With this much brute on one’s back, there really was no choice.) Anthony was used to the gelding's antics however, so he held Sam softly in the mouth even as he spotted someone streaking out of the trees ahead. That looked fun. Urging the gelding into a lope, he hoped to either catch up to the other or for them to notice him and slow. Sam likely was not about to be enticed to spur on full-tilt from this distance.