Keannan has never dealt well with authority. Least of all those that expect him to respect them on title alone. His father had certain ideas of how a young elf was supposed to act. What they were supposed to do, supposed to achieve, supposed to say and sound like. Keannan, who didn't care about fitting in, or appearing perfect, would act out. Cause trouble, or steal, or skip lessons with his tutors. Suffice to say, their relationship is... strained. His father would punish him for the slightest infraction, and Keannan would refuse to back down.

And as with all clashing forces, something had to give. The pot had to boil over, the volcano had to erupt. Keannan did something unforgivable in the eyes of his father... and too damning for their neighbours to ignore. Suffice to say... he was sent away. To one of the Druid circles, one that would teach him responsibility, and respect, or else he would never really be able to go home. Whether that was a blessing or a curse, he doesn't really know anymore.

He was to learn how to care for the creatures of the forest. To understand them and their place in the world. How the elements worked in harmony, and how disrupting that delicate balance - the very thing Keannan was responsible for doing - could do great harm. How the sun nurtured; how the moon guided; how you could use them to aid others. The beginning of his study began as poorly as you'd expect. Though his teachers were kinder, more understanding, than his father, there was still little room for error, and still respect that he did not wish to give them. A pattern almost began to emerge... until his teachers assigned him to the care of another student.

Enver was perfect. Strong. Talented. Likeable. Luminous. Everything that Keannan felt people expected him to be, and yet - not. He was unmoved by Keannan's attempts to push or disrupt him - didn't care how he looked or spoke or who he respected. But he was tough, and fair, and even when he laughed at Keannan, it was never cruel, and he always offered a helping hand when Keannan needed one. Enver helped Keannan become a better druid, and a better person. Taught him understanding, and patience, and how it didn't matter what other people thought of you - only that you were true to where your heart led you. And it didn't take long for Keannan's heart led him to Enver.

Whether it was a passing love, or something true and real, Keannan had never had anyone as close to him.

So his disappearance made his whole world shatter.

Keannan had just completed his training; Enver, several months prior. They were going to leave together. Go out into the world, and help people. But one day, Enver was just... gone. The Druids looked for any trace, any sign. Any clue of where he might have gone, or been taken. But all that was left behind was his staff... a sturdy branch of oak, reinforced by magic so that it may never burn nor break so long as its bearer lives.