A slow smile spread across Orpheus's face as a delightful thought struck him. Glancing at Brynhild, whose eyes mirrored the wonder he felt, he voiced his suggestion.
"This place is magical, Brynhild," he began his voice barely a whisper above the waterfall's roar.
"What do you say we make it even more special? We came prepared, right?"
Brynhild, her gaze locked on the cascading water, turned to him, a hint of surprise flitting across her eyes before being replaced by a warm smile.
"A picnic?" she questioned, her voice lilting with amusement.
The vampire progenitor grinned.
"Exactly," he confirmed, his voice filled with enthusiasm.
"We can unpack the snacks we brought and have a little feast right here, in this hidden paradise."
Brynhild's smile widened. "Sounds perfect," she agreed, a playful glint sparkling in her eyes.
"Lead the way, dear master."
