"Dogs," Aeneas said as he came in to land on Agnes' shoulder, ruffling his feathers, "are not meant to fly."

Though his tone was more long-suffering than actually irritated, Agnes stifled her laugh and smoothed out his plumage soothingly, turning as Keith came in - shadowed as ever by Lana, grinning and wagging her tail and looking very much the opposite of aerodynamic. Even as she floated along near Keith's shoulder, her eyes glowing as she channelled their NEXT ability.

Keith, who can fly float, I cannot see with anything other than a dog; Agnes meanwhile nicely suits a corvid. . .