Only able to chalk it up to a flock of birds flying overhead, out of sight. Perhaps he might hold out a hand and catch a few of her feathers, white as snow, and wonder where they came from, never able to receive an answer. If he were to look up, all he would see was an empty branch, swaying slightly. After all, itвЂ™s not like a human boy would be able to see her.

There was no need to worry about being discovered, an offence that might land her with the most severe of punishments, no leniency extended to her even if she was but a child herself. Though, really, it would be fine if she tumbled down to the ground below, adding more bruises to her collection. She leaned down, hand on the trunk to steady herself, attempting to get a closer look. Likely hailing from the nearby town sheвЂ™d come from, before crash landing in this very clearing, still unused to flying for such long periods on her inexperienced wings, leaving her with a few bruises that would fade by tomorrow.

He must have been a human, the rounded ears giving him away. вЂњHm?вЂќ She cocked her head, her pointed ears, poking out of her shoulder-length hair, catching the sound of a youthful voice coming from below, cresting and dipping as it cut through the tranquil air.ДЇollowing the rustling of paper led her to a boy, seated at the foot of the tree, a large book open in his lap, his fingers tracing the black ink printed on the pages. вЂњThe princess and her knight reached the capital, or what remained of it.вЂќ Where she could observe the emotions that humanity held so dear, so foreign to her, displayed with every action they took, every decision they made. Where there was a myriad of delightful smells, where there were so many surfaces for her to trail her fingers across, where she could feel the sunвЂ™s rays, warm and gentle on her skin. In the colourful world below, so different from the stark white and sterile corridors that she walked through every day. She would have to set off for home soon or be in for a vicious admonishment from her teacher, but she could afford to stay for just a little longer. Couples resting on iron benches, holding hands and sharing a warm bun, fresh out of the oven, between the two of them.

Children running through the streets with paper windmills in hand, their laughter carried to her by the wind. Small houses with red roofs and chimneys emitting smoke, likely from a delicious meal being cooked up. And what a productive day it had been! She had sat on the tiled roof of a clocktower with her chin resting on her hands, and taken in the lively town that had stretched out before her. Obscured by thick clouds that nothing could pierce through, going unseen by those who stood below, even if they were to raise their heads and look directly into the sky.ДЄ long-awaited break from the monotony of training. A place more like a fortress, with tall, unbreachable walls, where no one could enter uninvited and none could leave without permission. Today had been her first time allowed out of the city, floating high in the sky, that all angels called home. Stretching her arms behind her, she rolled the cricks out of her neck and flapped her wings, sneezing as a few stray feathers tickled her nose. The midday sun shone down upon her, perched on a low-hanging branch of a cedar tree, having napped the afternoon away. Tales of Vesperia All costumes are exclusive to the PlayStation 3 and Definitive Edition versions of the game.Colette unfurled her wings, wrapped around her body to act as a feathery cloak, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. GC/PS2/PS3/Steam: Obtained from in-game side quest.PS3: have a save from either Tales of Graces Ж’, Tales of Xillia, and/or Tales of Xillia 2 complete the game once.Tales of Symphonia All costumes are exclusive to the PlayStation 3 and Steam releases of the game, with the exception of Sheena's Successor title which can be found in all versions.

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