Ocean's Breath Plateau snakebite

he didn't know it, but yesterday, aditya had turned seven years old. seven years—twenty-eight seasons—on this earth. but there was no celebration, no marker of the passing of time. it was just another day, and when it had gone by, another day took its place. 

but this day was a bit different than the one before, for the monotony was soon broken by a golden figure on the horizon. adi trotted toward it with some wariness, but his unease faded as he realized who it was. he dipped his head, giving a slight chuff and wondering if it was holy relics or worship that urged his return.

pharaoh, aditya greeted, smiling. it is good to see you again. what brings you here?