<?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>Mute on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/mute/</link><description>Recent content in Mute on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2015 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/mute/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Home Is The Princess</title><link>/stories/2015/10/17/home-is-the-princess/</link><pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/10/17/home-is-the-princess/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Authors note: This is a standalone story featuring characters from &lt;a href="https://boundstories.net/storiesek/homecoming.html"&gt;Homecoming&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Isolda!&amp;rdquo; The shout echoed through the dense trees, its reverberations seemingly swallowed by the huge trunks. Turning, Balian repeated his shout, as if hoping a different direction would bring a response. &amp;ldquo;Damn it, girl, where are you?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Eyes raking the trees, Balian urged his horse into motion along the faint trail. &amp;ldquo;Damn girl,&amp;rdquo; he muttered, &amp;ldquo;I didn&amp;rsquo;t come this far to lose you now.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>