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an arch of her burnt honey brow; she did not believe reyes, but was disinterested in pressing him  further. instead her features blossomed into a satisfied smile; she glanced in the direction of the salt expanse and then back to her son. "we cannot go back to de soun,'" the harlot murmured. but her tone was not pensive, merely intrigued. 
"where would you have us go, reyes?"