Bhí sé in am don Athbhliain, agus bhí an t-amhras sin san aer, ébharghné catha ollmhór ag gealladh rudaí nua don bhliain atá le teacht.

It was time for the New Year, and there was a sense of doubt in the air, a huge battleground promising new things for the year to come.

Bhí Aoife ag siúl isteach i Lárionad Cuairteoirí Aillte an Mhothair, díreach óna n-aeráid i mbaile Baile Átha Cliath.

Aoife was walking into the Cliffs of Moher Visitor Center, fresh from her home environment in Dublin City.

Bhí na haillte ag seasamh go maorga sa t-am seo den bhliain, le cosúlachtaí rúnda úr a bhí sa talmhaí ag sileadh as an talamh.

The cliffs stood majestically at this time of the year, with fresh hidden features emerging from the land.

Chuir Aoife a cuid fearais chun boilscaireacht os a comhair féin ar an bhfuacht tapa a bhí cosúil le greime leis.

Aoife set her equipment to inflate before her against the quick chill that seemed to bite.

Bhí séasúr na Nollag ann, agus bhí an teacht suas seo ceapaithe ag Aoife ar feadh na míonna.

It was the Christmas season, and this getaway had been planned by Aoife for months.

Bhí a fhios aici go mbeadh sí ag teacht trasna ar dhaoine a bhí séardoch i gcónaí, cosúil lena deartháir Finn agus a col ceathrair agus caomhnóir lasrach, Cillian.

She knew she would encounter people who were always lively, like her brother Finn and her fiery cousin and guardian, Cillian.

Ach tá tógáil nua aisteach aici: féith d’fhirhiú intinne a hathar a bhí ag tarraingt go tuisceanach í agus í ag caitheamh óige ina bheatha.

But she had a new strange realization: a sense of the intentions of her father that was pulling at her, reminding her of the youthful days spent in his life.

Ní raibh sé éasca an easpa tiomána a bhí ann a shárú laistigh di, a athair a fheiceáil go géar, í a chur ina comhfhios go smaointe domhain in aigne clochach.

It wasn't easy to overcome the lack of drive within her, facing her father sharply, making her consciously delve into deep thoughts in a stony mind.

Chomh luath is ar mhothair Aoife isteach sa lárionad, buaileadh le gnúsacht odaiseachta eadrainn.

As soon as Aoife entered the center, a buzz of odyssey met between them.

D'éirtigh Finn suas go dtí Aoife leis an nGaelann fhial a bhí aige, ag glaoite os ard.

Finn rose to Aoife with the generous Irish he had, calling out loudly.

"Tá tú an-seans maith a bheith anseo!

"You're very lucky to be here!

Bhí mé ag coinne linn cheana féin.

I was expecting us already."

" Ach ní bhfuair sí fonn i measc an chainte a bhí ag tosú.

But she didn't find a fervor in the midst of the conversation that was beginning.

Tháinig Cillian amach ar chúl Finn, ag a ghluaiseacht timpeall trí na pléite le taibhsí misnigh ina shúile.

Cillian emerged behind Finn, moving around among the discussions with a spirit of courage in his eyes.

"A Aoife, tá a fhios agat go bhfuilim ag súil go mór le get-iomlán an adhaint!

"Ah Aoife, you know I'm eagerly anticipating a total ignition!"

" a dúirt sé agus béacán breise lena láimh.

he said with an extra wink of his hand.

Bhí Cillian ag tarlútha na mothúcháin Aoife, é a bhrath faoina anaithnid.

Cillian was stirring Aoife's emotions, she sensed under her unknown.

"Insta chúisge!

"Snap forethought!"

" a d'iarr sé go binn, ag ionnas gan a theanga a bheith ag sealbhú iontais i gclaí fhada a n-aischleacht.

he asked sweetly, ensuring his tongue didn't hold onto wonders in a long hedge of comeback.

Bhí a fhios ag Aoife go raibh am ann: b’fhéidir gur léir go mbeadh a hathair ann, airdeall ag nochtadh scéalta roimh reoiteacht ar imeall na haillte.

Aoife knew it was time: perhaps it was evident her father would be there, vigilance revealing stories before freezing at the edge of the cliffs.

Bhí sí ag iarraidh deoireacht a oscailt gan aon laghdú ar cheangailíní leaththaispeántacha.

She wanted to open a cry without any reduction on the semi-revealing ties.

Ait seo, go bhfuil na draoithe solais ag réiteach cúrsaí níos faide i raon.

It was strange that the light wizards were setting things further afield.

Chuaigh sí ag siúl, ag dul os cionn an athfhoclóir, leis an dúshlán a shárú.

She went walking, going over the repetition, to overcome the challenge.

Tá leirge ag teacht amach ar bhéal a hathar ar an gcliathán, aimsir in éinfheacht ina éadan fialghlór.

Her father's words were emerging from the side, weather simultaneously against a noble face.

"Aoife, is léir go bhfuil gá ionann sa deartharach seo," a dúirt sé go díreach.

"Aoife, clearly there is a need in this companionship," he said directly.

Bhí na suíomhanna báana ag tabhairt faoi deara do mhuir na teimhne.

The clear locations observed the uncertain sea.

Labhraigh Aoife go himquidiúil, áit seasmhach a ghlacadh laistigh di féin.

Aoife spoke introspectively, taking a stable place within herself.

Níor fhág sé aon chaill no suaimhneas, bealach leis seo fógartha.

He left no loss or peace, a way with which this was signaled.

"Tá sé in am go mbeadh muid beo.

"It's time we were alive.

Tá mé ag súil le bheith ina theannta leat.

I'm looking forward to being with you."

"Bhí Finn ag brandáil ionartha ag breathnú isteach radharc, ach níor ghá ábhar dochais a thabhairt ceartaithe ar chor ar bith.

Finn was branding implications looking into a scene, but there was no need to bring any matter of hope corrected at all.

Ag deireadh an lae, bhain Aoife singilghléas as a chroí: thiocfadh na céimeanna poblach leo siar chuig lucht tí níos mó.

At the end of the day, Aoife drew a solo weapon from her heart: the public steps would come back to a larger household.

Sa deireadh, bhí sí ag éirí níos muiníneach sa bhealach a ghlac sí lena hathair.

In the end, she was becoming more confident in the way she took with her father.

Bhí a hathair ag gabháil láithreach le Finn, ag ligean dó gealgháirí a dhéanamh agus a col ceathrar misniúil ag scéal leo?

Her father was immediately engaged with Finn, allowing him to make bright laughs and her brave cousin telling stories with them.

Bhí sásamh ann, le tuiscint agus aontú deiridh taobh le madraí nach féidir le fonn a bheith.

There was satisfaction, with understanding and final agreement alongside dogs not capable of joy.

Félire in ostán an chroí, Aoife ag leanúint a réimse dearcadh.

A calendar within the heart's inn, Aoife continuing her realm of perspective.

Bhí crios te trágálaistigh le gliondar comhbhrónach a spreagadh, rud atá costasach ná thaigeacht croí.

There was a warm zone inside to inspire sympathetic joy, something more costly than the coldness of the heart.

Agus mar sin lean an líon taibhsí le chéile, ag fáil amach an Aimsiú hAoife a chruthú a threo, go maith chuig an Nollaig.

And so, the number of spirits continued together, discovering Aoife's direction, well beyond Christmas.