Peter
Wyrd craned his neck down curiously as he watched his siblings work, creating their different seasons in an endless cycle. He remained silent as he observed the art of creation, simply watching as they discussed things amongst themselves, some of them seeming to have more of an idea of what 'should' be than others.

Though he held his tongue, Gaia's second-eldest bristled slightly at the assertion. They were gods, not mortals bound by some greater than themselves. Why not push the boundaries of what they could create?

"I am afraid that I do not understand your hesitation, dear sister." Wyrd finally said as he spoke up, crossing the garden with but a few strides of his vast legs. Humming to himself in though, he approached one of the plants which had been untouched by his siblings. "We are gods. We can provide these... Seasons with as much time as we wish."

The great deer's body split open along his seam and a long, spindly talon extended from within, gently reaching out to touch the plant, a small bushel. A moment later, the bush erupted from the ground before skittering around on its roots, as if they were the legs of an arthropod. After a little bit of mindless scrambling, the bush found a spot among the fall plants which it seemingly approved of and replanted itself as if nothing had happened.

"I suggest... A season like this." Wyrd rumbled, a touch of mirth creeping into his voice at the strange display. "I have no name for it... But a season where plants uproot and search for good soil to settle in for winter. I think this may be a... Valuable addition to our cycle."
Kelly
*Ica turned to Mahlios. He cocked his head, and said:* **"Well, I don't believe these specific plants are used to the cold. I didn't do much; I merely sped up the process of withdrawal for them, to prevent their death."** *He smiled. He didn't consider Mahlios rude at all; to Ica, it was merely an attempt at helping.* **"You're free to add blooming flora, of course. I doubt I have the lone right to my season, especially with all of our siblings gathered here."**

*He turned away from Mahlios, looking at Vivienne as she introduced herself. Ah, this was the goddess Aphot had told him about; the one that had supposedly warned some of their siblings of the oncoming threat. Ica watched as she... Didn't use her power? Vivienne seemed hesitant, confused. Ica frowned, and asked her:* **"Is something wrong, Vivienne?"**

*When Nach fell into the scene, Ica raised one eyebrow. He'd met some other strange gods, but this goddess was definitely the weirdest out of them. ...Maybe with the exception of Silly. The two were equally odd, Ica thought.*

*Her contribution was helpful, though. It would indeed be wise to give plants the time to prepare for the winter. Ica nodded, and said:* **"A good idea, indeed. It wouldn't be good if all plantlife died every time winter came around without warning."**

*The deer god's idea was... Strange, but not unwelcome. Ica thought about it for a moment. A season in which plants searched for a good place to stay, to survive the next winter...*

**"I suggest that we place this season in between summer and fall,"** *He said.* **"That way, the plants will have time to settle in before winter comes. Alternatively, it could occur during the fall, but it would break up fall into two seasons. We could make it work, surely, but it isn't ideal."**
Jason
*Mahlios giggled at Ica's word before turning to the rest of his siblings, oh no he forgot to introduce himself! He scrambled to his feet before nervously speaking up*

"I-i um I'm Mahlios, god of nature and the stars. I hope me adding flora to your seasons hasn't offended anyone, I do not want to step boundaries or upset my siblings"
Brian
It seemed Vivienne had, in a way, gotten her wish. She pulled her wings closer around her, uneasily eyeing the season of 'fall' that had been created. The chilly air and the turning leaves were a sight to behold, but something about the scent just brought a feeling of pure *Dread* Into her core. It was similar, *Too similar,* To that of the beast that had assailed her some time ago. Cold humidity, rot, and frost. Unconsciously, she drifted slightly closer to Silly.

"That's an... Interesting suggestion..." The witch's voice was slow, unsteady, her gaze jumping over to Wyrd. She masked her emotions the best she could, but she was by no means a perfect actor. "Why not just subsume it into this 'Fall' though? It already seems to be a season of preparation for winter. Where some might shed their leaves for dormancy, others might wither up entirely and return to their roots, or these..." She nodded towards the odd, scuttling bush. "... Could always uproot and find somewhere more temperate to winter. What about the inverse as well? When 'Spring' comes again, would they again uproot and move back to where they first lived? Like how trees regrow their leaves, and flowers bud anew?"

With her piece spoken, Vivienne relaxed a bit, turning her attention back to the creation of weather. Again, she directed her magic, and her mind, towards the climate around them. Earlier she had been testing the waters, but if odd and mystical effects were fair game, then she had a few of her own. How about... During 'Spring,' a haze that displaced those that wandered into it, throwing them somewhere else randomly within the fog. During 'Summer,' a rain that fell upwards from rivers and lakes. During 'Fall,' a wind that sang with a hypnotic voice. During 'Winter,' a snow so cold it froze even itself in place, a blizzard frozen in time, captured as though you were looking at a photograph.

Vivienne let out a short, tired sigh, and dropped her hand, retreating it back within the comfortable cocoon of her wings. Around her, in a small segment of each of the seasons, those weather effects that she dreamt up came to life.
Roberto
She, or they, simply sat by and watched the other gods create and add onto seasons, spring, summer, fall and winter. They moved away from the segments of the garden that represented summer and towards the other seasons, adding their own small touch to each of them, whether it be exotic plants, icy lakes or dark clouds. They hoped it didn't seem rude to add to what the others had created, if her siblings didn't particularly enjoy her additions, they could simply remove them. 

The fragments moved towards the middle of the room and took a look around at all the seasons that surrounded them, they didn't really have anything much to add to the seasons, though they did have some other suggestions. One of the fragments raised their arms and spoke, their tone of voice enthusiastic and *Horribly* Loud, to the point where it was almost obnoxious. "Wouldn't it be boring if everywhere was the same season at the same time? We'd be ripped from all the delicious fruits during winter, and if crops die for prolonged periods, even mortals might suffer due to it if they don't plan ahead, no? It might be hard to do, but what if the season changed from place to place? It could be summer northern, but winter southern!" The fragment exclaimed, nodding to itself, the other following up on their speech soon after, though it spoke to the other fragment, not the gathering of gods in the room. "But what about east and west?" It questioned the other fragment, who simply shrugged. Seems like she didn't plan that far ahead.

The two fragments directed their attention away from each other and back at the gathering of gods to see how their suggestion was received, one of the fragments went to speak again,

Though the other beat her to the punch. "It would also allow trade between realms! Some crops may be available at times, and unavailable at others. Even if the distance is far, it's a possibility!" It added before nodding to itself, the other fragment seeming annoyed at the fact that the other one took credit, despite being the same person. The two stood nervously and awaited any reactions to the suggestion.
Peter
Wyrd visibly deflated a little bit at her suggestion that his season be fused into Fall. They all seemed so determined to have only four seasons, but he did like her ideas and this Nach individual who was behind Fall seemed rather interesting so he simply nodded in agreement. It wasn't what he originally wanted, but it was acceptable.

As the two fragments of Abrielle spoke up, the great deer turned to them and considered their proposition. It was certainly an interesting proposal, having different seasons in different regions.

"I... Like that idea, sister." He said, addressing both fragments as one, as if he hadn't even realised that they were split. "The problem of East and West is of little worry, though. Seeing as we have four... Seasons in this cycle, and four directions in our world, each direction can have its own season."

He continued on, elaborating as much to himself as to the other gods.

"If it is Summer in the North, and Winter in the South, then it may be Fall in the West, and Spring in the East. Or vice versa."
Cynthia
"Eheheheheeheh..." *Sprawled along the garden's grounds, excessively fidgeted, with a starry look in those maddened eyes and the occasional bout of giggling. Nach was elated to witness such positive reception to their wonderfully magnificent idea, to hear the praises sung for "Fall" By her siblings. Though they found meaning and purpose where none was presumably held, but Nach wasn't about to stop others from making the plan for her-... Assuming it was interesting of course.* "Hehehehe, hehehehehe..." *Alas the praise of gods gave heart to the mad little god, they emboldened her, their thoughts kicked Nach straight back onto her feet with a hop, skip, and a wobble. The little god's glee worn over their sleeve in how they swayed to and fro, excitedly waving their arms around as she began weaving "Fall" Together.* "Thank you! Thank you! Oh the machinations, oh the NACHinations! My precious Fall eternally engraved upon the world, in decay their colours shine for a world of red, with chills the world shivers bundled in plenty, the __fall__ of some sowing the __rise__ of others!"

*And as Nach's smile grew her heart fluttered, so many new ideas polluted her skull for the season of change that she could hardly contain herself! She envisioned a creeping fog that swept through realms to invite mortals to play within, she saw the invitation of mischievous creatures and tricky spirits in this time of change, she imagined the rainfall of... Colourful gelatinous blobs that occasionally sprung to life. Yet talk of Wyrd's suggestion being subsumed into her own momentarily pulled Nach out of her fanciful thoughts, to give fanciful ramblings.* "Hmmm, oh-... Oh yes! Ahaha! So shall the uprooted twirl and dance, the dance of death to wriggle and writhe out of its maw! Witness the bush bounce and bob, see how it dances with flowers and others of its ilk while the mushrooms-? The mushrooms sing and berate them of course, for they'd rather have a feast..."

*Alas she had little to say for the twins' suggestion, but given this creature's... Thoughts, that might be for the best. Then again when Nach was finished speaking she turned toward them with a smile, wink, two thumbs up, and a nudge at the air. Was this her way of saying she approved, or was she trying to subtly say something? There was no telling with her.*