Red Horseshoe: Belive

Florin had always liked horses. If you live in a orphanage it's hard to take lessons. Usually are all horse farms and stalls out of the town.
There was one stable where the girl still could go. She couldn't ride there but she helped to keep the stall clean.
Florin had nearly finished her work when she saw a beautiful black horse. He was not a big horse. He had a beautiful white marking on his face.
"Excuse me, what is the name of the black horse in the stable," asked Floriin.
"Star, besides, he's for sale," said Katherine (trainer).