Dawnlark Plains don't call [m]e grimgram

The huntress merely hummed at his accusation, and sped up as he did, enjoying her game too much to give ground so easily. Ramskull, she mused, finding herself quite taken with the name. She might've missed his next words entirely, except that the name he spoke was quite familiar to her.

"Stormy!" she exclaimed, spinning around and planting herself in the man's path, delight dancing like a fire in her eyes. The short tune only added to her enjoyment, and despite meaning to be, Sunspot felt a bit put out that she'd been so quickly enraptured by the man. "How'd you do that?" she demanded. And then, realizing it could only have been chance, she added: "Stormy's my sister's name, but mine is like it."