If any of the tours that went by Arthur's Seat had any magic users in them they might have been treated to an interesting sight as Lalita climbed on-top of the highest point of the mound she trusted not to completely sink her heels into. Of course, if there were any magic users there and they were worth their salt they would know what the site was used for and wouldn't bat an eye at any of the Monks being at their headquarters. They might find it odd to see one standing on top of it, however. Once reaching her desired spot, she turned her sights upward into the sky, watching the bird's flight as intently as any person would watch a news program they were especially interested in.
She turned to face south, opening her eyes again and looking back up at the few birds that were to be seen overhead. The birds in question were off to her right, earning a frown as it was not the favorable sign she had been hoping for on her climb up here. There were still calls to listen for and she hoped very much that they would bring her good news.
"I wish to know the progress of our hunt." She muttered to herself, invoking her augury with the question it needed and held her breath, listening. "If things are to go well on our current path please send your sign." Silence greeted her and lasted for solid minutes before she took that as her sign they were not quite on the track she was hoping for. Her eyes opened, glancing up at the birds in the west with a haughty look, not pleased from today's divination exercise in the least.
Defeated for the moment, Lalita eased her way down from her lookout, cursing the fact that she had ended up in the more 'nature' setting of the Monks' headquarters. The appeal was completely lost on her, though she knew the history of the place and the fact that it held power. It was still a complete inconvenience to her and sometimes she found herself wondering if London would suit her better.
That was neither here nor there as far as business went and if Lalita were to be honest with herself she would hate dealing with the likes of Bancroft and her vanity so often considering the other woman spent most of her time in London. Her hand reached into her bag at her side, pulling out an old, brown book, large enough to dwarf her hands easily. If her signs were answering her in the way she was almost certain they were, this was not the tome they were looking for.