In the thick heat of summer, she seeks shelter beneath a rowan tree. It is a grand, ancient thing that has stood for many seasons.
She does not know this for sure, but the knowledge is inherent in her heart, and so even without confirmation, she chooses to accept it as the truth.
In the shade of the rowan tree she lies in wait. surely she's waiting for someone, seeking someone even, but it is hard to know for certain.
No, she thinks, I am sure. She is waiting, waiting. waiting underneath the rowan tree for someone to appear. Who?
She does not know, but she trusts in the innate knowledge that when she sees them she will know. She waits, and she waits, beneath the rowan tree.