Muireadhaigh hovered in the air for a moment before flying over to a nearby roof, where she landed and sat down with a huff. She watched the people passing by on the street below and sighed, leaning forward and gripping the edge.
There was something important happening today, but she wasn't sure what it was. No one ahd told her anything, something she was used to, so she guessed she would just have to sit and be patient long enough to find out. The roof she was on happened to belong to a small shop, something she didn't realize until the door opened below with a sharp ding of a bell, making her jump in slight surprise.
Muir felt the sun beating down on her skin and frowned, wishing she'd brought something to cover herself up with in order to not get a sunburn. Those weren't very fun in her experience. The man who walked out of the shop was wearing a large brown hat and a long, dark brown trench coat. He glanced around nervously before crossing his arms over his chest and rushing off, down the street.
She watched him a while, until he disappeared around the corner at the end of the street. He'd probably stolen something, maybe even something valuable, but he'd probably never go to jail for it, or have to pay for the item, or anything like that. Society- how wonderful.