Morag shrugged. 'It reflects his heritage,' she said thoughtfully. 'It doesn't say how she's doing, though. She was having a hard time with the pregnancy, you know. We should send them something,' she suggested.
It was a good idea, but the idea of giving up their casual 'wherever we end up is where we were going' trip to do something more directed didn't sound all that appealing.
She frowned, her lips pursing slightly as she looked out over the blue water. Several things had been whirling about her mind lately, not anything she was actively contemplating but just things on the periphery...teasing her and vaguely unsettling her. The owl had brought them a little closer to the surface.