(Yasha isn't sure what the tags are for. She hasn't encountered this kind of celebration before... she catches one or two between her fingers to try and read, but she can't understand the language upon the back of them at all.
Pyrrha is not far away, doing much the same as her. Abandoning the tags entirely, Yasha simply plucks a cluster of blossoms from the tree and takes out a little book from her pack, flipping it open to a random spot, and gently tucking the flowers inside.)
Excuse me, (she calls, to Pyrrha,) do you know what kind of flowers these are?
cherry blossom trees
Pyrrha is not far away, doing much the same as her. Abandoning the tags entirely, Yasha simply plucks a cluster of blossoms from the tree and takes out a little book from her pack, flipping it open to a random spot, and gently tucking the flowers inside.)
Excuse me, (she calls, to Pyrrha,) do you know what kind of flowers these are?