Sun Mote Copse Not another broken arm in the street

Niamh hadn't even entertained the idea that 'stork' might be a bad choice given how it rhymed with 'dork' but the idea tickled her into a fit of laughter that ended with a snort. "Awhh, dude, yeh, you're right," She agreed. Of course, she'd happily pummel whoever'd called her a 'dork' into the ground, but she couldn't exactly do that right now...Or when she had kids. She had to set some kind of a good example, which meant not annihilating everyone who ticked her off. 

Wraen made a few other suggestions, but Niamh grimaced lightly at the first. "I can't sing. I'd hate to be named after a songbird an' then not be able to sing," She said. When Wraen volunteered naming her after a bird based on her personality, Niamh rolled her eyes. "I dunno if that's so great an idea either," She admitted. "With my luck, I'd be a vulture or somethin'." She said.