Wheeling Gull Isle stand by the stairway, you'll see something

Her brow wrinkled, and she was about to respond to her husband with more than a little confusion when Venninne piped up. Hello, you, Maegi cooed, giving the girl a nuzzle to her tiny cheek. Blue-bree. Bluebree. . . Blue-berry? she inquired, cutting off her gentle correction as she looked again to Mou.

Blueberry. She didn't know whether he was answering her first question or her second—or perhaps both. Now that she thought of it, 'Blueberry' was not a bad name. It reminded her somewhat of Blue, the wayward grackle, which gave her a pang. Would he find her again? Surely he would; once he discovered Onyx Hollow's charred remains, he'd go to Blackfeather Woods, and then, Jaes willing, here. . .

You think her name should be Blueberry? Maegi asked, eyes a little clouded over as she still thought of the bird, dark blue feathers against the cerulean and clouds of a spring sky.