Larksong Grotto Let me tell you about life

Baby Astik new few differences between anything. He could hear faint sounds, and recognized his mothers deep, raspy, but somehow soothing voice, and his fathers tone-- and how it was always so gentle when it spoke to them. He did not recognize this screech, and though he did not react as his brother did, he did not know the difference between the warmths he felt-- only that this was maybe something wet, like his mothers tongue. 

He did not respond to the screech with anything other than an uncomfortable wiggle and jolt awake, letting out a soft whine.