Wind by Naomi kritzer(18)

Zimaya shook out the skirt when she was done, the gust of air from the fall of cloth making the fire flicker wildly. The hem was straight, even if some of the stitches were embarrassingly large. She picked up a shirt with a torn sleeve and turned it inside out. Dagmar continued working on the sock.
“I should confess something,” she said, suddenly. “I did have a reason for coming here. You.”
“Me?” Dagmar said, shocked. “Surely you didn’t break your leg—”
“Oh, that part was an accident. I had intended to stroll into the village on my own two feet, but there were some high winds and I was not used to the mountains. I’m from a much flatter part of the world, you see.”

“Were you going to stroll in naked?”
“No. I’d brought clothes along, but they got blown away by the same gust of wind that blew me to the ground.” She tipped her head to the side. “I let you believe that I was a sorceress, but it’s not quite accurate to say that I have an excess of Air; it’s more that I am an excess of Air. I’m a dragon. Obviously, I didn’t wear human clothes for my flight to your village. I had intended to put some on, but…