Apollo felt his body had become lighter, softer. No, what was he talking about? There was no body, only a feather. A light feather floating up into the air, with no weight whatsoever.
Those were the thoughts running through Apollo's head as he set his foot down on the snow.
...Before sinking once more.
Apollo opened his eyes and looked down at his leg submerged in the snow.
"Um..."
He pressed his lips together and looked up to Vicar.
"I don't get it."
In response, Vicar gave a blank look back.
"...Perhaps you are a bit on the slow side of learning new things. You can practice as you follow me."
Apollo's eyelid fluttered furiously.
Slow side of learning new things?
"...How long did it take for you to do this feather imagining thing?"
Vicar shrugged his shoulders.
"It was becoming quite inconvenient to wade through the snow that is so high. As such, I came up with that technique and began using it."
