Mean Seasons 58 Council of Pain
"We have to teach Winter a lesson." Groundhog growled "Like we taught that one Spring."
The other council members snarled their agreement. May Flowers touched her chin. "Maybe not just like Sally Spring. After all, you killed her."
Leprechaun sneered "Yeah. We can't do that again. Besides, that would defeat the purpose of teaching him a lesson. He can't learn if he's dead."
"What if, " Scorch, the king of the Fire Wrights spoke, "we simply beat him within an inch of his life? Have him 'touch noses' with Death."
"Aye." Leprechaun smiled "That'd just about do it methinks. If only Pitch were 'ere to provide some suggestions...Too bad the wanker switched sides. Word is 'e's actually working with the blimey fool."
"Traitor." Medusa snarled. "Oh poor Frost...If you would lead him to my lair, I and the girls would have such fun with him! We Harpies do love frozen flesh. It keeps better."
"No. We cannot let you eat him. What part of 'leave him alive' didn't you understand?!" May Flowers hissed.
"A taste is not considered consuming completely!" the snakehaired woman said back.
"Ladies Ladies please! It behooves us not to fight amongst ourselves." England Fog said smoothly, tipping his hat "I agree that something must be done to silence the young chap. However feeding him to the Harpies is pointless. I do however, believe that the hotsprings are lovely this time of year. Isn't that right, Pele'?"
The leader of the Lava Urchins smiled wickedly, her flowing flame hair flaring in cruel excitement.
"That is correct. I do hope dear Winter will stop by for a dip."
"Then let us not hesitate!" Leperachaun drawled, "It aint fair or right that he miss his appointment, eh laddies?"