Cocreative writing: midsummer night magic, part two.

This is part two of a story I started writing on midsummer night:
( part 1: https://steemit.com/ecotrain/@wombloom/cocreative-story-midsummer-magic)

A callous hand reached out to her. Her hand almost disappeared in his, so strong and big they were. And warm... 'I'm David, son of the blacksmith. In town for some time, to give the horses new shoes and such.'
That made sense, the big hands, the strong shoulders and even the warmth, coming not only from his hand but also from his smile. She caught herself staring at him with what she thought was a bit of a loony smile. Oh boy, the midsummer magic made her a little lala, this was no way to behave.
'Eh, hi, nice to meet you.' she didn't think she had succeeded to wipe the loony smile of her face, but she was pleased to hear her voice sound kind of normal. 'I am Aola, me and my family live in that farm over there. When she turned to point out the direction of the farm, he got a waft of something spicy and flowery which made him feel all giddy inside. She smelled amazing. He had a strong urge to touch her hair, he hoped she couldn't see it in his eyes. She looked a little old to still be living with her family David thought, and she was really attractive so that must mean that she was married with children. And that her husband had provided well for her. he looked at the big farm in the distance with a little envy and tried to hide his disappointment with a smile when he said. 'Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you too, Aola. Going to the celebration then?' 'Yep, I sure am, how about yourself?' 'Wouldn't miss it.' Awkward silence...
'Ok, I guess I see you there then... Bye!' with a wave of her hand, she walked away on her bare feet, holding her white skirt in one hand, the most beautiful young woman he ever met and she was taken... Oh well, I guess I could always marry a horse, David told himself.
He had gone out in to the forest because his dad wasn't giving him a break with all the work that had to be done. He had started up the fire at sunrise around six o'clock in the morning and had pretty much been hammering horseshoes until blisters had been forming under the thick layer of callous on his hands and the hands of the clock were in the same place, except now the sun went down.
He had eaten something in the local tavern, and because it had been so stuffy in there, smelling of old beer and smoke, he had gone out in to the forrest to get a breath of fresh air. David liked the smithing work, the way the iron would start glowing deep red when held in the fire and the way it went just soft enough, when it got that colour, to be shaped with a man's willpower and a hammer.
But he felt you could only do so much a day if you wanted to keep on smiling. His dad hadn't been smiling for some time. Actually since his mom, had left to go and be a nun, of all things. He knew how hard that was on his father. His father had blamed himself for it, while the reason she had chosen a life in a convent was that her sister had died a horrible death having suffered for months on end from the torments of a severe disease. His mother had both given up on finding joy in this world as she and her sister had been very close and she had found that she took comfort in taking care of the sick. At first she had just volunteered at the convents sick-ward but after sometime it had seemed silly to travel home anymore and she had stayed and taken her vows.
With her husband she had never had a lot of pasion. David had never known who had been to blame for that. His father seemed to be a passionate man, the way he yielded the hammer, only that might not have been the kind of passion that was suitable for a woman. He felt sorry for his father, but had also been quite upset for a little while, that his mother didn't seem to find enough joy in him, her son, to keep her from moving to the convent.
Then again he was an adult now. 18 years, he was supposed to be fine on his own and besides he could always go visit her. Although the drafty, melancholic convent with it's sick-ward wasn't really his favourite place to be.
He raked his hands through his blond hair and sighed. It had been a little while now, since he had gone to see her. Guilt started to creep up on him, quickly he shook it off.
Tonight he wouldn't think about his mother, he had been praying for a woman to make his own, to share everything with. And now he had layed eyes on this beautiful wild creature. He had been watching her from afar for a bit without her noticing, the way she ran playfully with the cat that somehow behave like a dog, going on a walk with her. Her brown hair loose in the wind, contemplating the nettle bush...
Oh my, and now she was out of his reach, married to another man. The lucky basterd!

If you like to write and ending to this story you're welcome. Since nobody did after part one, I wrote part #2 myself and just will keep on writing till somebody does or till the end of the story.
I'm excited to read or write part #3. Stay posted!

Lot's of Love
Undrach Clara

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