Slonionok

"If only I could always travel that way," Daemon murmured to himself, straightening his shirt and jacket. "Just need to wait for…" At that moment I landed on his back, sending him face first into the ground. "Um…are you alright?" I asked sheepishly, blushing violently. Sitting on his strong, yet comfy back. "Once you get off me, yes!" he exclaimed, turning his head, showing the dirt that was smudged over his face. I crawled off his luxurious back. He stood up and straightened himself again. "You could have stuck the landing?" "Well tell that to Randy, who pushed me in…or well down," I replied irritably, thinking about that s