Wind by Naomi kritzer(19)

well.” She gestured with a spread hand, showing something flying, getting blown off-course, and then crashing to the kitchen table between them.

“So why,” Dagmar asked, a bit shakily, “did a dragon come here to find me?”
“Three years ago, Gytha made her way to my family’s cavern—which, as I told you, is a very long way to the south of here. She’d had a vision of dragons, she said, and was driven to find us. It is difficult to describe the woman who reached our cave, but driven, like a deer fleeing a fire, is the only way I can describe her. The missing part of her soul had not been kind to her.”
“Oh,” Dagmar whispered. She didn’t want to hear this.