I have a prompt I can't find a good story of & don't trust myself to try & I just luv your minis. Maui & Moana on an adventure, or coming back from their latest one & one of the high tier deities meets them at Motunui or en route home & tells Moana she's being made a demigoddess. And Moana, instead of just accepting it & taking the shiny new weapon, argues & finally says okay so long as she can still be chief until she trains a replacement & her signed oar is made her demigodly weapon of choice.
Here we go, the last of Minis! In a startling move, Seren has edited exactly 0% of this fic. That’s right, folks - the first ever Serenscribble that’s not been looked over, not one bit!
To @kayasurin and the anon who suggested “anything you can do I can do better”, I’m sorry that I couldn’t fill your prompts. Thank you for dropping them by me regardless. :)
I hope you enjoy this final installment!
Truth be told, much as you complain about Moana’s incessant babbling, you’re getting kinda worried - toward the beginning, not even your lighthearted quips and good-natured ribbing could get her to speak. Even after you’d trailed off into a silence more awkward than you’re willing to admit, telling yourself it was to make her uncomfortable enough just to break it, Moana’s made not even a sound.
“This doesn’t feel right,” she says slowly, ponderously, still holding that staff like it’s a newborn child. You’re relieved that it’s not something more along the lines of I’m gonna go sulk to the ocean for the next few days, at least she’s actually opening up to you about it.
The doubt, the uncertainty that comes with being immortal, though - that you can deal with. It’s with a grin perhaps a smidge larger than you’d intended that you respond. “It’s not supposed to feel right. ‘s immortality, Curly, it’s gonna take a little while to settle correctly.”