Thumbelina and Svale flew on for a while longer, when she caught sight of a tower in the distance. “Svale, look there! That looks promising… It’s far enough off the ground that it might be quiet!” She was excited at the prospect of real shelter for the night. It had been quite a while since they hadn’t had to make do with something. “Let’s see if we can make it there before sunset. If we stay above the trees, I think we should be able to do it.”<br/><br/>They flew on, racing the setting sun. It was partway down the horizon when they reached the tower. Svale alighted on the high tower’s one window, and Thumbelina peered into the room.  “How strange, I didn’t see a door outside,” she commented. “Look at all of those lovely paintings, though! Someone must live here, it’s much too clean to be vacant. Let’s go over to the bed there.” Once Svale had landed, she slid from his back to land on the soft blanket beneath them. “Hello?” she called out, then jumped when she realized there was a young lady in the room already. “Oh! Um, hello, my name is Thumbelina, and this is Svale. We were hoping to find a place to stay for the night.” If they did, she’d have to remind Svale that the young lady’s very,<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>long hair was not for playing with.