bioluminescent
This Dreaming has a sea. That's really all Pela requires, even if some of the marine life is unfamiliar to her - but then, hasn't the Dreaming been foreign to her people for a long time? She'll learn to adapt, and to sacrifice, even if it hurts her pride. For now, she is swimming near a long wooden dock on the beach at high noon, sunlight bright against her hair and tail. She's quiet, but there's some splashing when she uses her tailfins to smack a curious smaller shark away.
My space, she tells him, go away now.
He does. She's the bigger predator, and she moves with the corresponding confidence.