<?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>Riding Gear on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/riding-gear/</link><description>Recent content in Riding Gear on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/riding-gear/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Gai-Shift - Some Like it Knot 1: Manni Surprise</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-some-like-it-knot-1-manni-surprise/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/gai-shift-some-like-it-knot-1-manni-surprise/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;To understand the Gai Shift &amp;amp; to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="gai_shift.html"&gt;Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: Manni Surprise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Van lay in her broad bed, curled under the sheets like some languid golden-haired feline. It was a slow, sunny morning and nothing was pressing. All of the automated devices of the Goldwaith country estate were functional; the mail tubes, the rope sorters, the auto-winches. Even the woman-traps that dotted the grounds were primed to bundle up trespassing poachers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>