The Sanguinala Letter

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An Ogryn sat on his too-small bunk in the Mourningstar Reject Quarters, A tattered parchment and a quill, both comically small in his hands. His brow furrowed with frustration as he struggled to ink the Quill. he knocked on the bunk above his. "Waldy, you know letters right? Say you were clerk in byur, bureau, that you write things." The man above stirred and poked his head down to look at his large Bunkmate. "Aye, that is right Bean. What do you need?" Waldemere reached down with one hand and Bean passed him Parchment, Quill, and Ink. "Angel Day coming soon. Mama used to tell us that not only gifts come from family or friends. That if you were Good and in need the Wolf Angel would come and give you bigger guns! Just needed write letter. But my fingers too big to write with these." The Zealot nodded for a bit. "Yes, Sanguinala is coming big lad, so you want to write a wishlist?" "No, a letter to the Wolf Angel!" "Could you describe him?" "Mama said he was a Space Marine, Big and hairy one. With axe of ice and a sleigh." "Do you mean a Space Wolf?" "Yes! Yes! The Chapter Master. Logan Grimnar. He came to my home long time ago, before me." Waldemere stroked his mustache. He didn't quite buy this, but it would make the Ogryn happy, and who was he to stop an expression of faith no matter how childish? "All right Bean, let's start this off as a letter; Dear Chapter Master Logan Grimnar of the Space Wolves. Now how do you want to continue this?" Bean smiled as he began to dictate the letter to the zealot, quill scratching away. "My name is Bean. I have been very good this year and have done many penances by squishing many heretics and muties. This Angel Day I want a big bolter and a chainhammer. If you could please bring something for my friends that would also be good. A Hand Flamer for Waldy, A Power maul for Basil and a hotshot lasgun so he can shoot snivelers farther away. For Spark head he would like a bigger revolver that can shoot more. Thank you and have good day please." The Former scribe finished writing soon after the Ogryn stopped speaking. "All right Bean, shall we go find out how to mail it?" "Let's give it to Morrow next cycle, when ink is dry, he will know." Bean curled up into his bunk and went to sleep. His bunkmate shrugged and set the ink to dry and did the same.

[Misfit202030]

Actually enjoyed this. lol

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Thank you!