The Sentinels lovecraft

mother, father -- lasher liked to think that they had known speech before the world, these two, that he had been able to commune with them through the warm layers of blue willow's body. emaleth stirred, parting jaws so tiny and delicate it seemed as though they had been carved from hummingbird down, and mouthed against the muzzle of her father. he chuckled lightly, unwilling to remove himself from her touch, and hummed a quiet tune.