((Open RP? I'm a girl villain. Be the guy super hero roommate?)) I walk into my dorm, looking over at Chase. He was pacing. He looked up at me and sighed, walking over to me and pulling me into a hug. "Dear god Ariana, you scared me." "I'm sorry," I say, hugging back. He pulled away, looking at the bruises and cuts that covered my arms and spots of my face. "How did you get these?" He asked. "I, um, tripped." I lied.
Pisac (or Pisaq in Quechua-spelling) is a small town about 35 km from Cuzco. Pisac is most of all famous for its Sunday market, but also for some ruins dating from about the same time as Machu Picchu. Pisac lives at a very different pace than nearby Cuzco. There is something very harmonious about the whole place, a harmony that evades explanation.