Maihi let go and they slipped and slid down to Culver’s Cottage. The cuttings drooped in the plastic bag and the women planted them into the new flowerbeds. Hana cut slits in the w**d mat with Maihi’s pocket knife. “What’s mana?” she asked as they worked side by side. “I kinda know the principle of it and I realise it sounds ridiculous, but I know what it looks like in a person. I know Logan has it, but not how he got it.”
“Understood.” Maihi plunged a daisy into the hole she dug with a small trowel. She rocked back on her heels. “It’s linked to our spirit and increases depending on our standing within our community. It represents our prestige and authority. A person is born with a degree of mana which is linked to their whakapapa. If their ancestors were known for great mana, it passes t
