Neverwinter Forest whole new world

He could see fuzzy silhouettes of what the other babes — creatures he would eventually come to know as his siblings; though his fascination with them was quick to transfix upon the big and unclear shilouette of his father. The thing that rumbled. Sounds eluded the deaf babe for now but he could feel the tremble of what time would teach him to be their voices: of his mother and father. His father made the vibrations that Rian felt through the earth and into the marrow of his bones. He did not know what was going on but his attempted to feebly lift his head and let out a chirping wail. He could see Kieran ...sort of...but he sought the warmth he had wiggled away from, leaving behind his siblings as he scooted his way in a slow progressive army crawl towards the biggest shiloutte. Until he felt his father, whether he was real or not was something unknown to the boy who put more stock on what he could feel than he did anything else. Touch, and the feelings inside body (i.e. hunger, etc) supplying the most basic of instincts to the babe, was all that he could truly rely upon.