Kitty beamed, looking very pleased with herself. "Then you know I'm right. Not that it's a surprise. Loads of people must like yer music!"

She laughed a big. "You bet. I'm not gonna forget any longer. Since yer mu favorite and all!" She playfully and very lightly nudged the woman.

Kitty shrugged and waved it off. "I'm not the brightest. If ya can think of a way ta explain it to me, feel free. I want ta understand. "

She nodded and grabbed her cane. "I'm more than happy ta show you all over. Just be patient with me. Between Abe and the horse. I've been put in such a state." She laughed slightly and moved to the door.

Ruth chewed a little the inside of her cheek “They do. But if they don’t, I don’t want to know. So I often rather think nothing of it. Music makes me happy first and foremost.” she concluded.

Ruth chuckled a little. How could the Kitty of her family’s stories be this delightful? She promised herself to hav a chat with Zech and check on his abilities to read people’s age. Her brother clearly needed some help.

Generally speaking, Ruth wasn’t very inclined to explain, but she wasn’t used to be listened to either with such care. She squinted and looked up, putting her hands on her hips, searching for a sensible explanation. “Let’s see… I think somehow we all expect the world will assign us heavy burdens to bear so… we try to make each other hard enough to face things?” in her head, it all made sense. It definitely made sense whenever she talked to her siblings.

She nodded “I understand. Please do let me know if I can do anything.” she added.

Kitty shakes her head. "No matter how good ya are, even those at the top have people talk about them like they're garbage. Never listen to tha outliers. But you're right too. You do what you love, and there ain't nothin better!"

She patiently waited and listened, then slowly understanding came over her face. "Ahh ya toughen each other up! I got it! I can understand that a bit." The red headed ex cowgirl nodded enthusiastically. "We did a bit of the same out in the old west."

Kitty actually laughed and patted the woman's shoulder. "You're so kind, don't worry a thing, I got this." She was sure her back would be fine, as that was her only concern. "You know what.." She said as they were stepping out of the house and she looked out around her property. "How good can you shoot? Maybe we should go hunting some time?" She'd have loved to offer to go on horse back, but walking through the wilderness would be fine too.

Ruth chuckled a little “Well, it really comes down to who is paying and what they think, at the end of the day. Lots of people make music for their own joy, but it is hard to make a penny on things that make you happy…” she sighed. She was a very well-educated woman, with a career she had built on her own and a life outside of her birthplace… and now none of it was left.

Ruth nodded. It was something like that. In a twisted way “And yet, you seem surprised, somehow,” if it was similar, why did she need her to explain? Also, wasn’t that the case with most people, in the privacy of their family home? She believed so. She and the rest of her clan were simply louder and more over than most.

Kind was ot something Ruth got called often, but she took it. Ruth gulped. Well, she had recently shot well at least once… “If you teach me how to do it properly, I supposed…” hunting preys mostly didn’t spat insults and treats. Mostly.

Kitty shrugged. "How could you not be paid well? Good music shouldn' Ave a low cost. It's not every day ya run into someone even capable of writing music. "

She shrugged ,"ain't never had any siblings. I always thought they'd be like.. close as friends. Them versus parents, ya know?" She had met some siblings on the circuit but they had been close, perhaps it was because they had been in a condition that made them join the wild west circus anyway.

She seemed to glow with joy, "I think you'll take to it naturally!"