Pira-Tapuya became feathers of blue and green and scarlet. Her raised arms became wings, her beautiful body a small touch of her former dimensions.
He remained motionless, eyes wide, and naked on the floor, atop the pad of reed fibers covered with purple cloth.
The kerosene lamp still burned, but dawn was creeping through the door frame and the window through which she had flown.
The smoke that smelled faintly of cinnamon kept its hands on his mind, and he smiled. A warm, soft rain started anew, and he wondered on what branch she would sit it out.
Birds are most active at dawn and dusk. He would wait till dusk.
The blue dress still lay on the floor. She would return.