Peter
The great deer watched quietly as the rest of their gods did their work, lightly shaking his head with bemusement as Nach insisted on it being *Her* Fall. Though his idea had been incorporated into the season, he had no intention of stealing it from her.

His attention was caught, however, when Silly ran up to him giggling gleefully. Though, if asked, Wyrd would insist that he cared for all of his siblings equally, the mischievous young goddess was perhaps one of his favourites.

"Oh, what have we here?" The god of monsters murmured as he craned his neck down to inspect the parchment. It was certainly characteristic of the goddess of Silly, splashed with bright colours and innocent chaos that he associated with her.

The great deer was silent for a few moments before letting out a deep, rumbling murmur of approval and a few resounding chuckles in contrast her to giggling. 

"Good. Very good. You do have fantastic ideas, dear sister." Wyrd said approvingly, nodding his sizeable head as he raised his neck back up.
Tammy
Her siblings seemed to ignore what she was saying, but she didn't much mind. Most of her talking was really just her thinking aloud, anyhow, so she was alright if her siblings focused more on the creation of the seasons that they had gathered here to make. She glanced upon the small approximation of a world that they had made, because something didn't sit right with her. This was too simple, too forgiving for her plants. She wanted a seasonal cycle that weeded out the weak seeds and allowed the the best ones to thrive. To have both Spring and Summer to thrive... That didn't sit right with her. Her plants would never innovate and evolve if they were given life on a platter like that.

An idea popped in her mind as she up her hand and gathered her power. Holding it before herself, a sickly brown powder began to dance in the air above her hand. She held it towards the area representing Summer and blew it. A fell Summer wind of hunger that drained the nutrients of anything that it swept across... Yes, that was perfect. The superior plants would be able to outproduce the winds of hunger, while the weaker ones would wither and die leaving only the prime of the crop around. Sure, it might cause a few mortals to starve by killing their crops and getting them hungry, but that was no concern of hers.

As she watched the fell winds dancing in Summer, she nodded, pleased with herself. But there needed to be balance, so that her crops could properly prepare themselves for this. She twirled her finger, summoning a swarm of her Harvest Spirits from her own realm. Flicking her finger forward, she sent them flying towards the Spring, to spread abundance before the Fell Winds arrived, to help the plants to recover from the cold of Winter. To cultivate the weak and the strong before the winds of starvation uprooted the weak and left only the best in its path. Yes, this was satisfactory indeed.
Brian
With the creation starting to slow down, it seemed to Vivienne that the ritual was likely to draw to a close soon. The witch reclined just a bit more, almost laying down on this point. A warm expression showed on her face as she watched Silly excitedly show off her creation to the deer-like god. She had to admit, this had been a nice experience. Even though she hadn't particularly socialized with many of the deities here, it was good to at least have met them in passing. Some of them she could even see herself meeting with later. She *Had* Been pretty reclusive lately, it would do to change that. 

For now, though, there were little finishing touches that needed to be done. Namely, personal adjustments to her own realm. As it stood now, some of these changes wouldn't play nice. It was something that she had expected coming into this ritual. Where others had realms of earth and wood and air, hers was thoroughly inorganic. When an organic forest shed its leaves, those leaves would become one with the soil. Something that would not happen to the glassy leaves of her crystalline flora. When plants in the other realms ripped up their roots and scurried away, they'd eventually be able to replant themselves. Where could her Spider Lilies reset their roots in the crystal ground?

Thus, adjustments. When fall came, instead of falling, crystal leaves would dissolve, releasing their mana back into the ambient haze. Her Spider Lilies, instead of sprouting from crystal, would become more parasitic, wrapping their roots around branches and sticks, allowing them easier migration. Precipitation should be fine, as it all came from magic anyway, it would be fine to simply have it dissolve back into magic at the end of the season. The rainbow was simple enough, after a rain it would turn the dark haze shrouding Hypnagogia iridescent, if only for a short time. Oh, she could *Also* Tune the magic currents so that Crystal Moths born during the certain seasons held a magic charge weighted towards that season. More snow during winter, more light and heat during summer, that sort of thing...

Lost in her own world, tinkering with her own realm, none of these changes would be brought to the wider seasons. Her realm was the aberration here, after all. What would fit there would not fit anywhere else.
Glen
*From what could be seen, there was a last minute arrival to the garden, as another god entered into the space. The only acknowledgment to the other gods of her entrance was a small wave. Their hair long and flowing like water, reminiscent of what exactly they controlled. They went over to one of the garden sections.. Spring.. Thinking. They glanced over all the work the others had already done, they wanted to add their own touch to all of it. Her eyes were caught on the spring season.. A spring monsoon or two couldn't hurt at the end of it. It would be beneficial even.

And since it seemed to fit within what the others were doing, creating weather, growth, and destruction of all sorts of life and events, she decided to go along with her idea. So with this decision in mind, she created. With a wave of her hand there was some new weather for spring. This was all she needed to do to feel satisfied with her work as it seemed all the rest of the gods were just doing their final touches anyways. She would remain in the area to see what the rest of the people did and to see what their thoughts were on the whole event*