Dragoncrest Cliffs a study in metal and glass

it was this place.
rosalyn had said it but erzulie had thought only of spirits. she had not thought of whatever else might be attached to the stones of drageda. had they come now to lurk among the cliffs, to torment sapphique.
"for how long, child?" the seawife murmured softly. "if it be dis place, dese stones, i —" she looked to her wife, reaching soundlessly with her eyes for the balance and strength she had always found in her mate's presence.
"i know dat you an' rosalyn ... spoke of raleska." her voice pooled with a pain she would not hide. and they had raised valravn and regin as their own. 
but it seemed she came to haunt.
or did she?
"would it help you to see where she lays?"
her two-toned eyes rested gently upon that of the yearling. "if you wish to come an' go an' hunt for us, who am i to say no? but if dere be a way to make you lie easy at night, haunt, i am willing to try it. i learned t'ings in de bayou. if spirits be walkin' in our home, we must settle dem."