Neverwinter Forest whole new world

The den abounded with disorder, and quite suddenly. It was enough to rouse the sleeping child; she had been dreaming of the no space, twitching subtly, until her spasms became a great indignant stretch and she was urged to silence whoever was making such an abominable racket. Each sibling seemed to become aware of something new amongst them, and it was Eimear that remained in the dark - literally and figuratively - as her pair of peepers were the last to open. First one then the other cried out, kicked at her as if she were nothing but a bump on a log, and Eimear gave a chorus of squeaks and squeals—her attempt at protesting. Eimear chattered, able to enunciate as effectively as perhaps a rock might, and yammerd on with useless, shrill little cries. It was more like a chorus of humming than a real talking-to, but she didn't know what she was doing—only that being kicked hurt, and being hurt was bad.