Around the entrance, there was no sign of life besides the flying fish, which were a marvel to Celia. She didn't let herself get too distracted, though, The branching pathways began, and soon they were within the maze's grasp. It was a winding series of trails, a lot leading to dead ends, with some showing a little wear from over the years of lost travelers. It was a confusing mess of rock, and the quickly setting sun was against them in the already dark valley. 

According to the map, they would have to make their way to the Bosco side in order to explore fresh territory and hopefully find them. It was possible that they may have come further in, and that Celia and Jayce might find them on the way. "I don't think we're gonna find anything around this side..." voiced Celia, wondering if maybe they'd have to set up camp for the night above, and try in the morning. She was determined to get as much done that night as they could. Soon enough they were at an intersection of about five paths...

"Oh, dear...which do we choose?" Celia questioned, a little lightheartedly.