She made no reply but her breath beaded pearl white.
(Rohan Wilson, The Roving Party)
From the window of the plane the fjords come into view as green fingers of land extending into clear blue water. At their tips a rim of pearl billows into a turquoise reef.
(Drusilla Modjeska, The Mountain, quoted in Nicolette Stasko, ‘Every contact leaves a trace’, Southerly 72 (3):187-196)