Kelly
*Only a small part of Ica had still been roaming the Gardens of Gaia, when he felt something strange happening. There were other gods, and for some reason they were __creating__ things in these gardens. He hadn't known they could do that.*

*It did seem interesting, so Ica transformed into his Glacias form and went to check it out. He came close to the Hall of the Gods, where he saw Silly, together with another goddess.*

*Was Silly organising something again? This couldn't have anything to do with the Carnival- the Gardens were inaccessible to mortals.*

*He cocked his head, and said:* **"Hello, Silly. It's a pleasure to see you again. Say, what exactly are you doing here?"**

*Then, he turned to the unknown goddess- had she been at the Carnival? He thought so, but he hadn't interacted with her back then- and said:* **"Hello there. I don't believe we have interacted yet. I am Ica, God of Winter."**
Tammy
As she was observing the strawberry, it was a tad hard to miss the ruckus that Silly was creating. She ignored it for only a moment, before finally the sound piqued her interest. The strawberry withered into a darkened husk in her grasp before she tossed it aside and began to make her way over to the source of the noise, curious about what was going on to cause all this ruckus. She half considered taking on a more fitting form for how she really felt, but as she spotted all the others in their humanoid forms, she figured that it would be kind of rude to approach with a different shape. They were strangers, none of whom she'd yet met, but that didn't bother her much. She strolled out into sight of the other gods with a sigh. "What's all this noise?" She hummed.

The sister that seemed to be making most of the noise waved them over, them being herself and the brother that just wandered in. She nodded in greeting at the others, sensing them to be her divine brethren even without ever having met them before now. "I don't think we've met." She introduced, placing a hand on her chest. "Triticea, goddess of harvest at your service." She glanced curiously at what the jester goddess had crafted, though she couldn't help but frown. It was a good environment for the plants, but she couldn't help but notice a few flaws in that plan.

"Too much rain will drown the plants." She pointed out, stepping over to one of the other gardens and snapping her fingers. A tiny ball of fire formed in the air, illuminating the room almost as if it were a miniature sun. "They need some more light to grow to their full potential. Some more... Summer?" She suggested, moving the tiny ball of flame closer to the portion of the garden that she'd selected. Yes, that would help to evaporate the rain from the jester god's Spring, making sure that the torrential rains that Spring would bring wouldn't overwhelm her crops. Her eyes flickered between the Spring garden and the Summer garden, the god humming.
Peter
As with Ica, a fragment of Wyrd was resting within Gaia's branches, silently observing the congregation that was slowly but surely forming within the gardens. 

'Curious,' he thought to himself as he watched them go about their business, creating different little sections of the garden and creating different conditions within each of them. 'My little siblings, all gathered and creating. I must see what they are making.'

With a hushed whisper, the great deer blinked into existence, slipping from between two branches that were far too small to contain his sizeable form. 

Craning his neck down to get a good look at the younger gods, the god of monsters silently regarded his siblings and their working for a long moment before humming in muted approval. 

"So much has happened in my... Absence." Wyrd rumbled as he rose back up to his full height, seemingly speaking to himself more than anyone in particular. "How... Interesting."
Roberto
Two fragments of Abrielle had been wandering around the lands and eventually bumped into eachother at the root of Gaia. Both sensing something happening up above the roots and within the upper branches of the tree, they were curious to investigate, instead of un-fragmenting, both the fragments raced up the bark of the great tree, eventually finding themselves high up within the gardens, where all the ruckus was being caused

Both the fragments watched with wide eyes at the gathering of divinity within the gardens, strolling further in one of the fragments took in a deep breath and opened their mouth, before the other fragment put a hand over their mouth, stopping their speech before it even began and shushing them. Taking a good look around at the gardens, it seems that people were creating something here.. Interesting, though she understood absolutely none of it yet. They simply sat back and listened to the other gods conversing, maybe they'd get something out of it? If not, they were just going to walk up and ask themselves.
Jason
*Mahlios saw all the commotion and got curious, he walked towards the other gods. He stayed quiet as he listened to the others, giving Ica a small wave as he stood next to him*

*He looked at the other gods and counted them, he didn't expect so many gods to be in the same place at once.*
Daniel
Nehebakau had been wandering around the lands and had clambered up the upper branches of the tree. In accessing the gardens . The great disharmonious choir of the gods am I right? She was confused... All these people, she had only seen 3 lives , 1 so quickly snuffed out, it was overwelming.
Kelly
*All of a sudden, many more gods began streaming into the garden. The first of them- Triticea- immediately seemed to understand the purpose here. Ah, so this was a ritual to create seasons, then? Ica could get behind that.*

*He politely nodded at Triticea, and introduced himself:* **"Greetings. I am Ica, God of Winter."**

*Ah, more were coming. Ica recognised Mahlios, and smiled warmly at him. Then, he repeated his introduction for the other gods that had arrived; one deerlike god, two little girls that shared the same divine presence, and another strange-looking woman:* **"Hello, siblings. I am Ica, God of Winter, Ice and Snow."**

*He looked back at the gardens here, and decided this was an important matter. Much more important than his presence at Haventars... Ritual. Much of Ica's power streamed into this instance of him, having been drawn away from the demiplane. His other version would notice, but he didn't mind. They were the same being, after all.*

*Then, Ica waved his hand, and claimed a section of the garden for himself. The decision of what to make was incredibly easy; his title as God of Winter wasn't for nothing.*

*After mere seconds, his portion of the garden was covered in snow. The flowers retreated into their buds, the trees shed their leaves, the leaf green was replaced by snow white. Proudly, Ica looked at his creation. It would make a nice change of scenery, compared to the other seasons present in the garden.*
Roberto
The two fragments stared around as more gods flooded into the garden, so many people to talk to! They — or more accurately, she, is gonna have a lot of catching up to do.

They watched as Ica paused their talk with Silly, seems like they weren't going to get anything out of *That*. They pondered whether they should ask what was going on, as most other gods seemed to know, but their thought process was cut by Ica introducing himself, and they decided to follow suit. One of the fragments raised its arm high up and spoke. "Abrielle! Goddess of summer and life!" She very proudly exclaimed, before the other fragment followed suit, repeating the exact same movement and speech, hell, even their tone of voice was the exact same.

The Abrielles watched as Ica moved to a section of the garden, one raising an eyebrow and one putting a hand on their chin, before staring around at the rest of the gardens. An icy land... A rainy garden... A sunny sky, they tried their best to piece it all together, a light bulb appearing above their head as they racked their brains the best they can, before the lightbulb lit up and they both stared at each other, smiling. "Seasons!" They exclaimed in unity, before moving to the piece of garden which Triticea was at, crouching down beside it and looking up at Triticea they both said in unison; "Mind if I add onto it?" The questioned
Jason
*Mahlios hummed as he looked around, he was apart of all the seasons. He strolled along, giving each season their plants and flowers. He stopped by Ica's last, Mahlios giggled as he made the flower buds open up again* "You know there are flowers that bloom in winter My Dear Ica" *He said smiling up at the winter god. Mahlios might favour the cold god, afterall he did adore winter. He hoped the god wouldn't see this as disrespectful or mean, he just wanted to show that even winter has beautiful flora*
Brian
What an... Interesting assortment of deities this had turned out to be... Sticking as near to Silly as she could without straight-up hanging off her arm, Vivienne's gaze passed over those who had gathered. She had been hoping to see a familiar face among them. Maybe one from her own ritual all those cycles ago, but it seemed she was not in luck. An icy-looking man by the name of Ica was the first to introduce himself, followed by what looked like a pair of young twins, calling themselves, or herself, Abrielle. Even with just two introductions so far, the witch was starting to notice a pattern. *Deities of seasons and weather.* A category she was absent from. But then again, did her ritual contain a single deity related to dreams aside from her? Only really Ayame, a friend she ought to pay a visit to again at some point.

"Vivienne. Goddess of Dreams and Prophecy. A pleasure." The moth goddess' introduction was short. Simple. To the point. She pulled her feet off the ground, wrapped her wings around her body like a blanket, and simply *Floated,* Curled up and comfy. Without really waiting for an acknowledgement, she set to work herself. She had a second promise of Silly's to fulfill, after all. 

The witch deliberated for a moment. Truthfully, she hadn't been particularly biased towards any seasons. Even in Hypnagogia, weather was more of an afterthought, spurred on by the creatures she created rather than an innate cycle. But that didn't mean she was absent of any bias. Her eyes closed, a duality debating inside her. On one hand, her ideal was a calm, pristine night. Temperate, a soothing breeze, and a bright moon shining above. On the other, stability was not far off from stagnation. An old-growth forest often choked out the newer life, preventing the younger generation from growing to their full potential. In many ways, adversity led to growth. Death to life. To that end, total distinction wasn't the way to go. She needed to blur the lines.

Vivienne lifted one of her four hands to the sky, power swirling within her palm. Between winter and spring, early thaws and late frosts. Freezing rain and fog. Between spring and summer, hot storms and cool light. Monsoons and sun showers. Between summer and???

The power in her hand fizzled out. The goddess scratched her head below her oversized witch's hat. There... Should be something else there, shouldn't there? Her instincts were telling her there should be, yet there wasn't yet. She sighed, her eyes cracking open again and wandering from god to god. Well, she'd just have to wait a moment before she continued. Surely one of the others here knew what to put in that gap.
Cynthia
*Whilst the other gods formally introduced themselves, or hung back in the wings to watch from a distance. Another though peculiarly petite creature quite conspicuously entered the fray, """Stealthily""" Stumbling into the garden with an erratic look in those mad eyes of her's. To witness so many gods all here and now, why it had her heart flutter mad in sync with those mismatched wings of red and blue! That they were all here, and that such power flowed through this room-... It'd be quite evident to anyone that something so very exciting was about to happen! So naturally, Nach was moved to add a little spice of her own.* "Ehehehehehehe... Hoohoohoohoohoooo~! Oh how very-really fun indeedly this is-be, they speak of seasons? Seasons like on yummy snacks? No-no! That discussion would mandate them all surely, less this __is__ them all? Unlikely me thinks, so seasons of a weather sort then? Oh yes-yes! Of course!"

*Though she spoke aloud her inquisitive ramblings were directed to no one particular, yet as she listened to the growing crowd of gods Nach drew nearer and nearer before at last she formally announced her presence with an overtly dramatic twirl.* "Hello! Heya! Hi! Howdy-how! It is I! ME! NA-..." *Yet somehow she miraculously slipped on a leaf, and proceeded to fall.* "GeHehaAgh! I __FALL__!" *She cried, falling face first against the ground.* "Ow." *Yet even in misfortune there was opportunity, and none knew that better than Nach-... Princess of woe! Or was it woah? Anyhow, though she stayed firmly planted on the ground Nach continued speaking to elaborate upon their newly found inspiration.* "Aha! Ohohoho, my brilliant little thinking box has struck again it has! It has! Join shall I in this, and make wondrous time of my own wherein all shall wilt away in beautiful colours-... Wherein all shall fall, just as I-... Yes!"

*And so Fall was invented, with a fall.*
Tammy
It appeared that the originally small gathering had attracted the attention of the other gods in the area, a veritable entourage of her siblings bursting out of the woodwork to join their little creation game. Most of them seemed content to hang back and watch as she and her more proactive brother and sisters got to work actually creating the seasons. Though she hadn't come up with the idea, she approved of the concept of Fall, a transitory period to warn her crops to shore up for the winter or die. It made the harshness of winter a fair thing, removing the weak and leaving only the best of the harvest standing. "Fall's a good idea. It provides an apt warning to the plants to get their asses in gear before the winter eliminates the weak ones." She nodded, conveying her thoughts to the others.

She held up her hands, summoning four objects. One a rain cloud, the next a ball of fire. Following that was a dying orange leaf, and finally a snowflake. Willing them to move, she spun the four objects in a circle, observing them as she wondered how she might be able to tweak them to ensure the strongest crops be born while the veritable weeds that were the weaker stalks would be uprooted and wither like they deserved. It served as a bit of a helpful visual for what the congregation of siblings had created thus far, four seasons. "We should probably stop making more here." She decided after a moment. "They need to be long enough to have an impact, otherwise there's no point to them at all."

She glanced to her siblings, looking to see if they had any objections to the matter. Four seasons to split up amongst... Amongst what? How would they even keep track of the time? She frowned, trying to think of a way to properly convey what she wanted to say to her gathered brothers and sisters. In her consternation, the plants in the Spring section seemed to grow further, ripening rapidly and taking on a glossy, perfect look. Hm, that was an idea. A season of cultivation...