Suris

“People always ask me when spring will come, as if I keep it in a box somewhere and can let it out early, like a pet rabbit. Spring comes when it’s ready, just as winter leaves when it’s done. That’s the way of it, you see. Seasons don’t hurry for anyone; not kings, not wizards, not even gods. They turn because they must. The trick is learning to turn with them, instead of standing still and hoping the world will wait for you.”

— Suris

Spinning...

The Turner is a force as constant as the spin of the world, and as mutable as the colours of the leaves. He is not a god of grand gestures or fiery tempers but one who moves with the steady rhythm of time itself. His presence is felt in the shift of the wind from warm to cool, in the budding of spring flowers, the rustle of autumn leaves, the fall of the first snowflake, and the first green shoots breaking through the frost of winter.
He appears as a figure in perpetual transition. His cloak seems to shimmer and change; bright with wildflowers before you blink, gilded with autumnal gold after, before fading into the silvery hues of winter. His face is ageless and fluid, youthful as spring rains in one moment and as weathered as an old oak in the next. Around him, the air carries the scent of earth in all its forms; freshly tilled soil, decaying leaves, and the sharp, clean bite of frost.

Turning...

The Turner does not demand temples or prayers, for he is woven into the lives of all things. Farmers nod to him as they plant seeds, children giggle at his touch as they leap into piles of leaves, and elders close their eyes in thanks as winters chill gives way to spring. His influence is unassuming but profound; a god who teaches through change, showing that nothing is forever and that every end is a beginning.
Mortals who meet the Turner often ask him questions: "Will spring come early? Will winter be harsh?". He smiles at them, sometimes with a glint of mischief, and answers, "The wheel always turns." He does not grant favours or offer reassurances, but his steady presence is a comfort, a reminder that the world moves on, no matter how fierce the storms or how deep the snow.

Divine Classification

The Turner, God of Seasons