This is from chapter two of my as yet untitled WIP:
“Dex! Come on, will you?”
He looked at the stage, not surprised to see his sister waving a clipboard at him. Her eyes were still golden—she must have gone for a quick flight this morning. Her favorite shape was an eagle and she often went out just after dawn to catch the changing thermals as night bled into day. It would take a few hours for the color to fade back into the light brown of her natural human eyes.
“I’m coming.” He hopped up onto the stage, squeezing between the monitor speakers set along the front.
“Here,” she said, shoving his microphone at him. “And don’t do those scales like last time. I thought you were going to break my eardrums,” she said, peevishly.
“I did my warmups in the dressing room, relax,” he replied, switching on the microphone. The plastic and metal warmed in his hand and he closed his eyes and tilted his head up.