Gabriel hugged her as he always had, but lately, within the last couple of years or so, it had been starting to feel different to him. Thoughts that were not his told him to hold her tighter to him, told his hands to linger from her small back to the curve of her buttocks. He didn't listen to them, but even still he always found his hands drifting by centimeters towards that target... She was still taller than him, though it seemed like last summer, he had barely reached her breast. Now his face hugged against her left bosom, a once innocent pose that made Gabriel somewhat... Anxious. He felt his manhood rise up even taller, but he ignored it as if it were a pest that had come to bother him. Separating from their hug, Gabriel's hand slid from her back, down her arm, and then cradled hers as they walked down to the river. He did not speak, content to enjoy the silence they usually held between one another. There was not much speaking that occurred between them. they were the only two to exist, and usually they could understand each other with a simple look. Gabriel never disobeyed his mother, so there was never any need for them to argue.<br/><br/>At the river, Gabriel stuck his toes into the water, only to recoil from the cold. But in their world, there was only cold water; heated water could not be comprehended. There was simply no fire big enough. So he took a few uncomfortable steps in, releasing his mothers hand if she did not intend to join him. But she had been sweating and toiling all day as well, so he imagined that she would like to clean off too. For reasons that the young man could not comprehend yet, he wanted her to join him as well.