As an addition to my silentbinder post that came to me in a vision, okay, so like I mentioned the Silent has done a fair bit of reading up. She plans all of this out. Super thoroughly. Tbh she's kind of using the planning stage as stalling because some part of her is terrified at the idea of being rejected (again).
Still, she knows what she wants her first courtship gift to be. Several resources on capital traditions referenced books as an option for romantic gifts, and a book for the Necrobinder feels correct. Obviously it can't just be a random book either, that would be thoughtless. She probably spends like a solid 2-3 weeks settling on what kind of book to get for Necro, and then another 2-3 weeks finding what she considers the perfect option.
The Silent's first impulse is something on Necromancy, but she ditches that after realizing it's too easy for it to go wrong. If she gets Necro a book she already has or on stuff she already knows, it's a bad gift, if she gets Necro a book on stuff she doesn't know, it could very easily come off as passive aggressive. Not to mention Silent herself doesn't know enough about Necromancy to understand what would count as good or not.
She spirals for a bit after that. A lot of the practical gifts she gravitates towards all feel dangerous, like giving them to Necrobinder would be implying she doesn't know this stuff already. Further, even though Silent has been paying close attention to the other (as best she can without giving anything away) she still doesn't have a good grasp on exactly what the other knows and doesn't know.
A simple fantasy book seems too insignificant. A romance book too revealing. Something non-fictional but mundane seems nonsensical.
In the end, she only realizes what she wants when she's side by side with the Necrobinder in a market in the city floors. The climbers usually stay away from the more populated areas of the spire. While the Silent can often get away with moving unnoticed in a crowd, she can hardly manage it when she's accompanied by a flaming skeleton. Still, the Market is on the outskirts and the people here have seen Necrobinder enough times to not concern themselves with her.
Most of the time, anyways.
"Is that- Iyabode? Here? I thought-"
The elderly women who spoke seemed fearful, on the verge of panic. Silent was too, ready for this situation to go south. Ready for-
"Um- are you... uh, referring to me?"
Necrobinder seemed confused, as if the women could be asking about a different lich. Only-
"I'm not sure who Iyabode is, but I can assure you I'm not her. Has someone that looks like me been attacking you folks?"
The Silent wasn't sure what surprised her more, that somehow the Necrobinder had never stumbled onto accounts of Iyabode in her research into necromancy, or that her confusion was so earnest the panic was defused from the crowd. A younger women stepped in, quickly reassuring the elderly one, and offering an apology to Necrobinder, poor vision in her old age. Necrobinder took it in stride, and the two of them moved on from the Market before long.
Still, the encounter stuck with the Silent. Iyabode was hardly known as the most powerful of liches, she had not ascended to godhood or built kingdoms in her name. She had made enemies in her time certainly, particularly within the spire.
But Iyabode was also one of the few, if not the only lich the Silent knew of who'd kept her own mind. She'd returned for the sake of a dear friend apparently. And while she'd certainly grown powerful, she never lost her mind to that power as liches almost inevitability did. What texts the Silent had read of her regarded her as being of good humor, even to the end of her years, when she chose her death at last.
More importantly, from her own writings she'd seemed... happy. Content. At least most of the time. It was something Silent had found herself envying when she'd read through the woman's writings. A rare fate for a lich.
Maybe it wasn't so surprising Necrobinder had never encountered her before after all. That didn't seem to be the path she wanted to go down. Still, it certainly couldn't hurt for her to be aware.
Her mind made up, it takes weeks for the Silent to track down a copy of Iyabode's journals. They're quite rare things, and she can only really do it when she climbs alone. Not that her companions would know what she was doing, but rather that once she actually finds the book, she has to climb back down with it.
Descending the spire is a difficult task in it's own right. The pathways are far less clear, they seem to vanish before her. Things seem more hostile than before. As if the Spire itself wants to drive her back up. But she manages, once she finally gets the book she wanted so desperately. It's pages are worn and it has a few stains, but it's otherwise in quite good condition. She hides it away not far outside Neow's cave, among where she stashes spare equipment for herself to use on each reclimb.
Regent, Necro and Defect have put together a small base for their own storage, it's where the Necrobinder's main library lives. Books not useful enough to carry but that she didn't desire to loose either. Each of them rest there from time to time, when the climb becomes too much, or if they want to wait for another to accompany them. The Ironclad never stops of his own accord- he cannot- but will rest with one of the others if they pull him along. The Silent is the only one who doesn't use the base at all, she set up her own camp to keep an eye on their base. Though hers is far more well hidden.
It's not until she's tucking the book away that she suddenly comes to a horrible realization.
She has to give this book to Necrobinder herself.
That moment, that exact moment is when she realizes what she got herself into. She was so caught up in the idea of a hunt, she never really processed that the start of this hunt requires letting the other know her intentions. The Silent can't just leave the book for Necrobinder to find, she has to actually give it to her. She has stand there, and offer this gift, and it could be rejected. And if Necrobinder does accept it, she will know the Silent has romantic intentions towards her. Another layer of terrifying prospects to consider.
She barely has a minute before she hears a familiar tired groan echo from out of Neow's cave.
"Come on Osty, I can't- I need to take a minute. I can't believe- of all the terrible luck-"
Necrobinder was here. She was alone.
The Silent knew, without a doubt, if she didn't act now she never would. The terror clawed at her heart, but she steeled herself and grabbed the book she had just put away. Deftly climbing down to the little base the lich had just slammed the door of. She let her footsteps make noise as she approached, it was unnatural for her, but important to not scare the other. The door opened when the Silent pulled at it, letting her in to the hovel. Necrobinder was splayed out on the stained couch, an arm tossed over her eye sockets. She didn't look up at the creak of the door. Only groans.
"Regent, I really need some quiet right now, if you don't-"
Osty startled, having looked (?) over out of half interest just a moment prior. This tipped off his summoner, who jolted upright, one hand going to her scythe before her eyes registered the Silent.
Right. Silent had never entered this place before (at least, not when the others were around). If she desired a climbing companion, she waited by the fork in the path outward. She never came in here. She hadn't been invited in. She shouldn't have assumed- this isn't her space- she isn't welcome-
"Shit, sorry- um. I could hear footsteps and they didn't sound clacky so I just assumed- Nevermind. Is- uh- Is everything okay? I've never seen you in here before."
The Silent fought hard to keep in control of her body and not run. She desperately wanted to. The situation was out of control, it wasn't following a script and she hated that. But it was fine. She could handle this. After considering the question, she nodded. There was no danger present.
Necrobinder still seemed a bit hesitant, but she put down her scythe and shifted her posture so there was room on the couch.
"Do you- uh- need me? For something? I need a break before I go for another round, but if you don't mind waiting I'd be happy to go with you."
Shaking her head, the Silent gathered her nerve and strode across the room. She pulled the book out from her cloak and offered it. She was fine. She was fine. She could taste blood in her mouth. It'd been so long since she was nervous enough to bite her lips. She needed to get out-
Skeletal hands hesitantly reach out, gently taking the book from her grasp. It's all the Silent can do to stay in place as her gift is curiously inspected.
"Iyabode's diary?" The lich mumbles, mostly to herself as she thumbs open the cover, handling the pages as if they might crumble at any moment. "Who- oh!"
There's an inked illustration on the first page, the two really do look similar. Bone fingers trace in the image with a sense of wonder, taking it in before flipping to the next page and reading the forward.
"I leave this collection to my adoptive daughters, so that they might better know both the highs and lows of my choice to become a lich. To them, though I am choosing to leave you now and depart to the world beyond, I hope you will understand why. I have lived a life grand and full, one I never could've imagined in my youth. I thank you both for having been a part of it, and if we one day meet again, I hope both of you will have plenty of stories of your own to tell me."
Her voice is steady as she reads, although the Silent can still hear confusion underlying it. It doesn't seem... insulted? That's something. At least. The lich looks back up at her, her jaw opening only to close a few times. She seems to have questions still. Finally, phrasing seems to come to her.
"Is there- Do you need me to do something with this?"
Ah. Not an unfair assumption. Still, it stings the slightest bit. The Silent shakes her head. She appreciates that the Necrobinder takes care to phrase her questions such that the Silent can answer her. The Regent still refuses to, not that she often cares to respond to him.
The Silent nods, a jerk of her head. She feels stiff as a board. Worse even than when she accidentally administered one of her poisons to herself and couldn't move for days.
"Oh. Um. Thank you- I've never- I think I might've heard her name around, but I've never read any of Iyabode's writings. I don't think I've read anything written by a lich that wasn't at least moderately cursed glyphs. It's-"
Necrobinder pauses, her eyes seem far away. They flash and clear, she turns her gaze downward.
"In all honesty I didn't ever think about that part. About living like this- after."
The unsaid implications hang between them. Silent finds herself lost for what to do. She very suddenly wishes the Defect were here. For a robot, it was surprisingly good at comfort. Certainly the best of their group.
Osty saves them both, rising up to bump against it's summoner affectionately, drawing a surprised laugh from her. Releasing the tension. Flaming eyes dart back up to her. The other's face flickered into a smile. The Silent wasn't sure anyone had ever smiled at her before- not like this. Not actually looking at her.
"Sorry- or, well, Thank you. I really do appreciate it. It'll be nice to have something to read that's actually fun."
The Silent takes this as her cue to leave, she gives a quick nod and spins on her heel, sliding out the door and back up to her own camp with her heart pounding against her chest. She feels as if she'd just been in battle with the Heart. Everything is too tense and too loose. She feels off kilter. Exposed, even as she tucks herself out of eyeline of any living creature.
But... it went well. Necrobinder seemed to like the gift. She certainly didn't seem offended by it. So that was a success?
Now, in reflection, she could see she'd underestimated the intensity of this hunt. She'd known she would be out of her usual activities... but this was... a lot.
Still, she'd committed herself to this. Not even the Heart of the Spire had evaded her. This too she could manage.
And somewhere, some quiet part of her kept turning that smile over. Replaying those words of gratitude. It was foreign to her, all of it was. It was terrifying and made her heart clench. But... she wanted it to happen again.
What a strange game romance was. the Silent could only hope it got easier from here.