"That's even better." Without having to go out and look for a place in the world. To just have it fall into your lap? Delia could be jealous of that, if she was the jealous sort. She didn't really know how to be. That was one of those things that she wasn't taught properly. She didn't have a place in any world. Not a place with the mortals, and certainly not a place among her own people. The only other piece of furniture that she knew had been taken away from her companion after only such a short time. She'd never found them again. She didn't even know if any others existed.
Of that which Charlotte spoke, Delia knew intimately. They always looked fascinated or horrified by her. Usually both at the same time. Like a horrible accident. One doesn't want to look, but you can't quite help but stare at the carnage. She was a lot like that. "True. Mostly whatever catches my fancy. I don't really have a certain thing. I look in shop windows and.. well in the trash. Things that people don't want anymore, when they're perfectly still usable." she didn't get that at all. "Perhaps one day I will go."
There was that word again. Supernatural. Delia certainly didn't feel super. She stared at the other woman, wondering how much to reveal to herself. "I know a great deal of it. I've spent my whole.. existence in it." Well what was the harm? If she thought it was disgusting and an abomination, there was hardly anything she could do about it. She was what she was. It wasn't like she could be imprisoned. Not like her creator. Her punishment had been the Court of the Air.
"I'm furniture." The word rolled around on her tongue, and her nose wrinkled slightly at having to say it.