As they headed to the camp, descending from the hills and arriving to the creek that led to the Dze camp, Zÿlï would occassionally hear them speak, their language was strange in sounds, of long words and of rich distinctions between sounds, yet almost undecipherable to a new speaker. By the time they arrived at the camp, she would be sometimes approached by curious kids, most of her size or slightly taller, yet they would never get much closer to her. Most of the adults would ignore her or only pass by.
She would be assigned a tent, made of reinforced felt and with possessed a small hearth at the center in a floor of pelts and felt which a few crates around, but otherwise very spacious for a family of Dze, even more so for a single Zÿlwahlr. The night would roll in and she would be given a cushion, blankets and a wooden tray with food and drinks by the riders, on orders of the T'aan under the customs of hospitality.
The food smelled like fish and wild herbs, with a pleasant feeling to the bite and a taste alike that of cooked salmon. The drinks were a cup of a tea-like substance, however sweet in feeling, and the other was a drink of good scent and a calming feeling after drinking would beset those who did so. Should she pay attention, she would hear the sound of flutes, small drums and a horse fiddle-like instrument, songs of joy were being played by the fire as the snow gently coated the land.