Wheeling Gull Isle my kingdom for a horse

"Speak of the devil.." Dori muttered, a little miffed to be interrupted - but only for a moment. Neris brightened any space she sashayed into; her brother could not for the life of him understand what wasn't to like about her.

"Vile sea wench!" he greeted affectionately, following after Lethe to nose at their sister's face. "Yes, tell us - where is that girl?"