People of Belgravia Coven

The midday sun glimmered mercilessly on the road of Arcadis. The loud clanging noise of the metal wheel to the roadway resounded. Seira kept her eyes shut at the ride, afraid to even open her eyes for a moment; hands covering her eyes. Despite the sweltering hotness of the weather, her hand was cold. Cold sweats trickle down on her face and back. Her head was pulsating from the heat; a dull, thudding ache around her temples. Heat was equal to headache. A freaking headache. She wet her dry lips. She badly wants a water break.

Moments passed that felt eternally to her, the sound stopped; heat was replaced by a cold breeze. The sunrays hitting her fade away gradually. She felt the sudden bounce of the vehicle from one surface to another. She slowly opened her left eye, peeking at her surroundings, blinking several times to ease the sudden blurred vision.

"Wow" she mumbled upon witnessing the sight before her.