The Sentinels lovecraft

paws the very size of petals reached out to touch his visage; emaleth explored the details of her father's face as another might with their eyes, and lasher held quite still beneath her pointed attunement. so small they were! so delicate! and yet already so different from one another -- deirdre was the more vocal of the two, while emaleth kept her wonderings silent. sun and moon, night and day -- they curled beautifully into blue willow's breast and drank the life-giving milk, his tiny witches, and he smiled fondly.