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Helig cleared he throat. "I'm sure you all are wondering why I've called you here, so let me just get on with it." Helig was the kind of soul that was always so chipper, and fun to be around. She didn't leave the Fane hardly at all, if ever, as it was her job to keep it in condition enough and tend to the comfortable needs of all the Guardians. One thing she enjoyed most, was the Ambrosian Feast. She hosted three annual feasts, based around the position of their own star that never left their sky.

Helig pulled her wrap tighter around her shoulders, "The Ambrosian Feast is has fallen upon us. I offer you, your feast." Within the Fane, there is no true sense of time. Helig chooses to put together small celebrations in honor of the Guardians and all of their efforts. Her hope was to give the Guardians opportunity to fellowship with each other.

With a clap of her hands, lines of robed angels floated out holding covered trays. Tables appeared around the edges of the courtyard, each dressed with off white colored table cloths, and vases of different sized and colored flowers. The dishes were of no less in comparison, in that they seemed to sparkle themselves. Each server sat a tray before a chair, followed by wine.

"Please, take your seats." A table had appeared for each Guardian, as more angels poured from within the Fane carrying different trays of fruits, vegetables, cakes, and puddings. Helig made it a point to know her Guardians well, so to serve them their ambrosian food that suited their tastes best made her happy.

Upon each gathering, the Guardian Council was expected to address their elite. "Perhaps first we should officially welcome Strife to his first Ambrosian Feast." She looked to Lezayen. Though she knew there were trying matters that needed to be discussed, Helig liked to start her gatherings out on lighter notes.