<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Mirage on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/mirage/</link><description>Recent content in Mirage on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 28 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/mirage/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Elayne’s Order</title><link>/stories/2011/01/28/elaynes-order/</link><pubDate>Fri, 28 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/01/28/elaynes-order/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elayne’s Order: Part 1 – Introductions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I first met Elayne at a dance club in Montreal. She was hard to miss; tall, slim and beautiful with straight, blonde hair falling down her back. She had a longer face with high cheekbones, and a bold nose guarding lightly pouting lips. She wore a shimmering silver dress cut high and matching heels. What drew my eye the most was a regal air with which she carried herself. She was talking and laughing with a group of people when she caught one of my sidelong glances. Hurriedly looking away I concentrated on my watered-down drink. The next time I braved a look she was staring at me directly with a small smile. I quickly turned away and went to find some of the friends that I had come with.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>