I've been giving it a lot of thought, and I think I'd like to adopt a full-sized Chain. I feel like one would be a good match for me.
(Sorry for the long wait!)
*You wonder if coming to the Lamia Bittybones Adoption Center was a mistake. The wind blew so hard on your way here that your hair is hopelessly tangled and you’re starting to feel self-conscious. You quickly dart past the front desk and duck into one of the meet and greet areas to at least try to tame your thick locks before meeting some of the Chains.
*You grumble to yourself, wishing you had a comb or brush, wishing that maybe you’d put this off yet again for a day when you felt more productive. You’re close to tears. This is too overwhelming. To make things worse your heart feels… weird, like it’s echoing or something. Are you having a heart attack? Before you even have a chance to panic, a small bony hand touches your forearm gently.Â
*You blink and follow the arm to its owner- a Chain! He points at your chest, then at his own, which is glowing softly at its center. “jusssst SSSSOUL connection,” he reassures you… then he holds out a hair brush. “i brussssh?” he asks, offering you the brush handle in case you’d prefer to do it yourself. “Go ahead,” you tell him, stunned by how he was able to find you and know exactly what you needed.
*You sink into a comfy beanbag chair and the Chain slowly brushes your hair, carefully untangling the stubborn locks without any harsh tugging. He brushes and brushes, and you feel the tension drain from your body. You can hear him purring happily as he brushes your hair to a beautiful glossy sheen. You have no idea where he found the flower that he tucks behind your ear, but you feel suitably pampered and ready to face the world- including signing his adoption papers on your way out the door.
(Artwork by redkammy)










