The Star

| Raghnall |

RAGHNALL leaned against the tree trunk, the burning house no longer visible through the thicket of forest leaves.
The wind was still and the night was preparing to break into dawn.
He looked down to rewrap the now sleeping infant. Both the burn on his neck and the burn on the baby’s calf were roughly taken care of by his shoddy healing magic.
Raghnall took off the ash-covered swaddle, realizing the baby was a girl. “Well, look at that…” he mumbled in barely a whisper, the sun peeking over the edge of the horizon. He could see faint rays shine through the trees and laughed to himself as he picked her up, cradling her.
“I’m going to go ahead and assume you don’t have a name,” said Ra- ghnall, shifting his position against the tree to look at the sunrise clearly. “The sun is always beautiful.” He looked down at her sleeping soundly in his arms. “The sun is the biggest star, you know. Hmm, yes, I think that is fitting. Sulwyn—blessed sun.”