The afternoon light continued its slow descent, casting longer and longer shadows across the chamber, but none of the women paid it any mind.
"The form taken, the pulling of the bow, feeling the world move around your form, and achieving a peculiar state of mind, sometimes even if you don't hit the mark." Sakura explained further, her fingers tracing the invisible arc of an arrow's flight.
She then paused, her amber eyes meeting Tamar's silver ones.
"However," she explained carefully, her tone more cautionary, "though Kyūdo is like an archery of peace and balance, its properties can be used for mass destruction in Elyndor, disrespecting the philosophy of it all. The same principles that allow an archer to find unity with their surroundings can be twisted into something chaotic.
