Tristan. Tristan -" Oh Sugar! Of course I remember him," Chloe bubbled. "He was the first person I met thought the journals. Took me to a wonderful little vineyard." A delightful afternoon with pleasant company and divine wine. Hmm, she'd have to get back out there for a few more bottles before returning home - and meet up with Tristan again. Still, it made her wonder. If she was Demeter and Anne was Kore, who was Tristan? Rather than ask, the little blonde focused on her own happiest vision.
"The one I like the best, that leaves me with the happiest feeling, starts with a field, probably the same one you know," Chloe said, drawing her fingers over the white linen tablecloth while a soft smile began to spread on her lips. "I'm all but skipping through the high grass, pregnant and wearing nothing but a flower crown. It starts to shower and I'm laughing and spinning, catching the drops on my tongue until someone comes up behind me. He kisses my shoulder and runs his big hands over my belly, over the life we created together - over you," she corrected herself with a look at Anne through misty eyes. "He whispers in my ear and when I kiss him back, he tastes like the rain." A light rose came to her cheeks, the rest of the half-memory, half vision playing out in her mind. "After um, that, he's stroking my stomach again, and I feel our baby move for the first time." Her smile took on a more wistful feel; both happy and sad in the same moment. It was something she hadn't experienced in this life and didn't know if she ever would.