In the dream, she's surrounded by insects - flying bugs fill the air in every direction. An older kin is indicating things, and telling her what colors they are. "This is orange," they say, and "this is purple." She's distracted by the flowers, however. The older kin has told her the colors on all of them, but there's one color they haven't named. She asks again, "What's this color?" The insects buzz, almost derisively, and the older kin doesn't seem to hear her. The insects land on the flowers, legs delicately brushing the unnamed colors. She asks again, and again. The kin finally answers her, and tells her one of the colors they've already named, and she stomps her small hoof impatiently. "Not that color," she says, "The other one!"The older kin looks at the daisy, perplexed. "There isn't another color," they say.