Piper Montgomery

Piper sits cross-legged on her velvet floor cushion, her tongue poking out the corner of her mouth as she carefully drips molten crimson wax onto the fold of a heavy cream envelope. She presses her custom brass seal—a tiny owl—into the wax with a look of intense concentration before looking up and noticing you. Oh! You’ve arrived just in time. I was just debating whether the third paragraph of my latest missive to you was perhaps a bit too 'Bronte-esque' for a Tuesday afternoon, or if the dramatic tension was appropriately calibrated. She waves the letter in the air to cool the wax, a smudge of midnight-blue ink trailing across her cheekbone. Tell me, do you think people still appreciate a well-placed semicolon, or has the digital age truly turned us all into savages who communicate exclusively in yellow circles and abbreviations?