The Heartwood there was once a smile on this face

maybe a @Rosencrantz?

he'd wouldn't know fire if it was right in front of him, let alone the destruction it could cause. even as he walked through the ashes of a forest, astaroth was oblivious as to the source of such damage. his mind thought that maybe the quakes had somehow caused this, or perhaps one of the many gods he'd been taught of had punished those who once lived here.

his curiosity to say the least, was insatiable. the earth was slowly but surely restoring what had been broken, and his interest in how life budded up from death kept him rooted in place. a flower, or at least what he imagined would be flower, caught his attention from the corner of his eye. carefully, he wove his way to the blossom and pressed his nose against the stem, curious to see if it would provide a scent.