Re: [Orion]
[You remember sitting on the edge of the field, gazing over the broken and flatten stalks. Carefully you stride out out into the rows, pacing around the dry irrigation ditches by habit. Carefully, you place an armful of the very best of the crop on one side of the field, then pace over to the opposite side, directly across from it, and place the very worst, wilted and mottled of the harvest.
With a quick prayer of fortune to the [Twins] you set the field ablaze, old stalks and offerings alike as your family had for generation. Destruction begets growth, after all.]