GAY OR EUROPEAN? ;; o, soccer?

[Kian.]

ϟ The fae flicked his tail, eyes flickering back towards the direction of camp.  It's fine.  Keona might even pop her head out of the bushes (or leaves, given stature) any second, given her track record for sneaking off.  Explaining soccer had not been on his day's list of expectations.  "Soccer is a sport.  A game.  Have none of you really played it?" Perhaps that was not too terribly surprising.  The crewmates of the Typhoon were from all sorts of places, and, he imagined, all walks of life.  "A lot of us call it football, actually," he offered, though he doubted that would ring any bells either.  Very well.

"Well, the concept of the game is fairly simple.  You have two goals and one ball, and you want to kick the ball into the opposite team's goal.  Each team has a goalie though, and they stay by the goal and try to protect it while everyone else runs around trying to kick the ball or to stop someone else from kicking it, essentially.  Those are the real basic principles at least, we could get a lot more detailed, going into positions and all that, but I've never really cared for those." It was just fun trying to get the ball through the other team.  He'd leave the specifics of positions across the field and the like to the real professionals.  "Usually to play, we'd find an open field, and just mark the goals someway or another.  They're supposed to be nets, but sometimes you have to make due."