What a week. Clarice had been away for a weird bonding mission (that had, admittedly, made her feel cool and connected and part of a big ass team and...cool, most of all) and since her most trusted friends had also gone, she'd had to leave Domino at the shelter. Of course this meant that as soon as she got back, Clarice had been spending every available second with the fluffy beast, apologizing wordlessly for leaving him behind.
Today she had decided to prolongue his second walk of the day with a trip to the shore, where she'd throw sticks through portals for him to pick up, and she just sat there watching time go by while he came back for another throw. It was peaceful, something Clarice hardly knew the meaning of anymore.
And then, it wasn't anymore. She felt the wind shift before she saw the flying figure, speeding over the ocean so fast the spray hit even her. Clarice lowered the book she had brought just in case she got bored of contemplation, and watched. When he got closer to her she realized he was familiar, but they hadn't actually met. Super Puppy, as Dylan Dog had said. Not-Ray, the thought she'd had immediately, because Ray needed an entire complicated suit to fly. If he flew. She couldn't remember.
"Way to make a girl jealous, dude." She called out. Her powers were cool, but not 'floating down onto earth cradled by the atmosphere' cool.