[ She bears the hitch in his voice, pausing to consider what she might say next. Sometimes, it’s good to reminisce. Other times.... not so much. Perhaps it is too soon? She remains unsure. These flowers may very well be inseparable from her image and memory. The topic of the field itself is more neutral, however, than Luna... perhaps she can compromise in reminiscing, and give him the opportunity to shift out of the topic, just in case. ]

The fields... All blue, would be far more magnificent than this little garden. [ She closes her eyes, her smile quiet. ] I can imagine it looking like an ocean. With waves, too, if a breeze would pass through.

[ And the two of them together, swimming amongst the flowers that represent their eye color and hearts so well. They truly are fated for each other... ]