Chloe's brow furrowed slightly at the mention of the pit. "Tartarus?" she asked. "I've dreamed about a pit too but I didn't find any myth about Demeter that involved one." Dark and cold, far away from the light. Even thinking about it gave her chills. "But my visions have been half and half, I guess. Pleasanter when I was a child; mostly about fields and butterflies but they've taken a darker slant as I've gotten older."
Her mouth drew into a tight line as she pushed a grape around the plate with one manicured nail. "Most of them are about searching, wandering while searching for... for you, I guess but there are three others that have been increasingly frequent, especially in nightmare form. Usually, I can't get back to sleep after them," she sighed then brushed her hand over her forehead. "Listen to me, pulling us down. I'm sorry. Um, let me think... What's the happiest one you've had? The one you like best or makes you smile the most when you think of it or have it again?"