Painting the Walls of Dewport

III.

Days passed by quickly while I distracted myself with books, I haven't seen Piers in a while even though he is just next door and today my thoughts are not in array and I have to go over two or three times on a page just to wrap it around my head so I thought of taking a break maybe letting the sun meet my skin.

I got out of the house and enjoyed the heat of the sun since it has been a while, as I strolled down by Piers' house a girl walked out of the house, she looked as if she was holding back tears while Piers hung by the door with all hope lost in his eyes. I tried to hide but it seems like he saw me and before I could run he was already there with a fake warm smile.

"Is that Samantha?" I asked trying to keep it casual "she looked like she was going to burst into tears!"

"Yeah, just a little lover's quarrel." He answered with a deep and forlorn sigh, it's actually the first time I saw him sad.

"Thou shalt not be sadeth!" I jested in attempt to cheer him up "let us go get some sweetened ice!" I figured since I am taking a little stroll maybe I'd let him tag along.

"Alright, what the hell is sweetened ice?" He laughed freakishly.

"My boy, in thy timeth it is what thou calleth 'ice cream'." I said as I attempted to (but successfully) imitate a deep and husky tone every renaissance actor has.

"Then shall we go my leash?" He asked slightly bowing keeping up with my acts.

"We may." I answered as he raised his head from bowing which I believe was not so important back then, only to royalties.

We made it to the ice cream shop without stopping to take a rest from not being a poet in the renaissance. It stopped when he began to choke on the choco mint he ate while laughing at my renaissance accent that sounded like a high pitched cat being choked. After his unfortunate choking he immediately changed into a more serious person realising the stupidity he was participating in.

"I've been meaning to tell you about something." His tone surprisingly changed so did the look on his face, I am still surprised by the odd flexibility of his mood.

"Well don't keep me in suspense!" I threw my hands up in the air keeping my cheery mood.

"But you have to promise," he sincerely said looking into my eyes "promise that what I tell you right now will never be known to anyone but us."

"You're in luck, I'm the master of secrets." I jested in which he responded with a humourless face "I'm serious this isn't something to joke about." He said with half a frown on his face, I apologised and he continued.

"The thing is I've been planning to paint my greatest master piece yet," he explained lowering his voice just enough for me to hear "and I've been looking into some canvasses, if you know what I mean. And I can't decide on which one and that's where you come in, I ne-"

"Hold up," I cut him off "you're serious about this? I mean what if you get caught? What if something bad happens and you were exposed? What if-"

"Look, if it wasn't safe I wouldn't let myself do this," he spoke in a soft assuring voice "and you don't even know the whole picture to say that." He has a point but I am still concerned, people can't just do whatever they want but I know he isn't that stupid he must've already made a plan

The conversation went on and he explained what was going to happen the very night he would paint the walls of Dewport.