I knew a lecturer at uni whose name was
Clodagh. Pronounced KLOHda, it's a river in
Ireland, and her parents were planning a holiday there when she was born. They took a random pieceof paper, wrote on it the names they'd chosen for their daughter, and gave it to the priest, who read the back of the paper instead of the front and named her after the holiday destination! I love the story - can you imagine the parents' faces? - and the name is close to
Chloe in feel and sound, with a pleasant association. Irish rivers are good!