Lancer

The Shifting Expanse was peaceful this time of day. The sunset painted the land in shades of pink and orange. As dragons returned to their homes, a sort of stillness hung in the air, save for around a particular coatl.
"Where's Duchess?" The dragon demanded, ignoring the snapper's sigh of annoyance.
"How should I know, Lancer?"
The coatl took off without answering. He had no time for rhetorical questions. He'd let himself become distracted for a second too long, and now he had no idea where his charge had gone.
Lancer's erratic search took him over hills and valleys, each dragon he met more disgruntled with his urgent questioning than the one before. Despite his amazing swordsmanship, which would've earned him more respect in other regions, the coatl was having trouble with being taken seriously.
Finally, he came upon a dragon who humored him and answered his brisk questions.
"Have you seen Duchess?"
The skydancer, back facing Lancer, tilted his head and thought for a second. "A while ago. She was just wandering around, no big deal."
"Where was she going? Did she say anything to you?"
Tail twitching, the skydancer turned to glance at the coatl. "Nah, but she was headed in the direction of the Workshop. You might want to check up on 'er."
"Thank you."
"No problem."
Lancer took off towards the Golem Workshop, feeling his heart beat faster. Duchess was most likely in trouble if she was in such a dangerous place.
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"Duchess? Duchess? Where are you?" The coatl called out, deep in the canyon where the Workshop was nestled.
"Huh?" The voice was shockingly familiar.
Lancer felt a rush of relief. As soon as the regal coatl came into view around the corner, he dropped to the ground, lowering his head. "Milady."
"Lancer. What is the meaning of this?"
"I thought I lost you, madam."
Duchess smiled slightly and shook her head. "I'm alright, Lancer. Calm down."

HOLDING FOR NERDYDRAGON