The orphanage was full of children but this baby was special.
The name Rayne seemed to fit her.
Not just because of the circumstances, which brought her there, but because of her beautiful voice.
The ladies in waiting fed her and played with her more than the other children.
She always seemed to have a song to sing.
The colors as the sun would shine through the stained glass, would bring it out.
The soft cooing sounds that came from her were like angels crying in the wind.