Rylei—pronounced the lilting RY-lee—springs from the emerald roots of the Irish Ó Raghallaigh clan, a surname that once meant “courageous” or “rye-clearing,” yet in this fresh, airy spelling she drifts south, picking up the glow of the Latin sun like a seashell gathering warmth on a Caribbean shore. In the story she seems to tell, a valiant medieval rider pauses beneath ancient oaks, and a modern niña races barefoot along a playa at dawn—both answering to the same bright call. Though her rank in American nurseries glimmers quietly in the eight-hundreds and nine-hundreds, that gentle distance from the mainstream is precisely where her charm lies: she is familiar enough to sing easily on the tongue, yet rare enough to feel like a secret folded close to the corazón. With syllables as light as summer wind and a heritage that whispers of bravery and open fields of golden rye, Rylei invites parents to gift their daughter a name that is at once Celtic by birth, tropical by spirit, and timeless in the hush it leaves upon the heart.