Duck Lake batrachophobia

the heavy accent was kinda charming; it reminded ancelin of drusk, just a bit. he wondered where the big man had gone, but did not linger on it long. "you don't like flowers? do all of them make you feel like that?" ancelin asked, intrigued by this frog-making more than he would let on.
soon he stooped beside the stranger, eyes riveted with disgust.
"gross!"