Smug.

That's what was the foremost, clearly written emotion that had settled over Cascade as she led the quiescent, strangely marked female back to Imperium. She strutted along, smug as anything. Occasionally she'd throw a glance over her shoulder to be certain the younger female was still following, though she was unconcerned by how closely - or how far - she followed. And if she disappeared, well, Cascade knew her face and her scent, and she'd already claimed her for Imperium so if the bitch chose to run Cascade would find her and drag her back. "Not far now!" she sang in the girl's general direction. And they weren't - a few more moments brought them to the border. Tingling, practically bouncing in anticipation, Cascade paused to call for Valen, then glanced around for the girl.

Sorcière les Désastre
A sudden spark ignites, And from the dark a light breaks the silence

The molten dame wasn't far behind, those ears were at half mast as she thought about what had been spoken about back at the battlefield. How could she of accepted being a consort for some male she hardly even knew? Well, to say the least she had gotten her self into quite the mess but she hadn't wanted to fight, friendly or not. Simply it wasn't in her, at least not at the time. A sigh escaped her as that head lowered slightly. That nose catching the scent of the boarder and of someone vaguely familiar; hadn't she met him not too long ago? A frown crossed her tin black lips, but she stopped not too far behind the purple-hued women, simply waiting to see just whom this male maybe.

What was this? His gaze found Cascade first, noting how very pleased she looked, before movement behind her drew his attention to the woman following her. Valentine was vaguely familiar with her, they'd met a few times, and the one thing that had been impressed upon him each time was how difficult recruiting her would be. Unlike Cascade who practically beamed, Sorciere looked, dare he say it, sour, like someone had just peed on her breakfast. Oh, boy. You know, now that he thought about it, Cascade's demeanor took him back to the time she'd had Rhythm kidnapped... Curious, Valentine stopped before Cascade, his brow spots raised in a question. A small, impish smile pulled up the corners of his mouth as he queried in a low and teasing voice, "What did you do, Cas?" And, most importantly, what did it have to do with the lovely-looking woman who followed behind her?