Bhí an ghrian ag taitneamh go híontach os cionn an Aird Mhór, áit a bhféachann na colúin bhasaltacha ar an farraige.

The sun was shining wonderfully above An tAird Mhór, where the basalt columns gaze at the sea.

Bhí Siobhán, Rónán, agus Maeve suite ar phíosa móin in aice leis an gcósta.

Siobhán, Rónán, and Maeve were sitting on a piece of turf near the coast.

Chuir siad plaid ildaite ar an talamh agus chuir siad amach buicéid lán le bia, mar go raibh cuimhní beaga de dhinnéar acu in éineacht.

They spread a colorful plaid on the ground and took out buckets full of food, as they had little picnic delights together.

"Is í seo an lá deireanach roimh an ollscoil," dúirt Maeve agus osna beag léi.

"This is the last day before college," Maeve said with a small sigh.

Bhí áthas uirthi an domhan nua a fháil, ach bhí rud éigin brónach fúithi.

She was happy to embark on the new world, but there was something sad about her.

D'fhéach Siobhán uirthi, mothú teannas ina cliabh.

Siobhán looked at her, feeling tension in her chest.

Ba mhaith léi rud éigin a rá, rud éigin a mhothúcháin a chur in iúl.

She wanted to say something, to express her feelings.

Ach ní raibh na focail aici.

But she didn't have the words.

"Bhuel, ná déanaimis dearmad ar an gcaoi a éireoidh liomsa imirt ceoil ag stáitse na hÉireann," a dúirt Rónán, ag gáire mór.

"Well, let’s not forget how I'm going to succeed in playing music on Éireann's stage," said Rónán, laughing heartily.

Bhí sé ag iarraidh an atmaisféar a mhaolú, ach fiú agus é ag gáire, bhí imní le feiceáil ina shúile.

He was trying to lighten the atmosphere, but even as he laughed, worry was visible in his eyes.

Bhí Siobhán ag smaoineamh ar cad a d'fhéadfadh sí a dhéanamh chun na bóithre idir tuaisceart agus deisceart na Éireann a shárú.

Siobhán was thinking about what she could do to bridge the roads between the north and south of Éireann.

Shocraigh sí litir a scríobh chuig Maeve.

She decided to write a letter to Maeve.

Litir a bheadh fíor agus óna croí.

A letter that would be true and from her heart.

I ngan fhios do Maeve, chuir sí an litir isteach ina mhála agus chuaigh sí ar ais chuig an bpícnic.

Unbeknownst to Maeve, she placed the letter in her bag and returned to the picnic.

Nuair a bhí an bia ite, d'éirigh Siobhán suas.

When the food was eaten, Siobhán stood up.

"Bhí ár gcairdeas an-luachmhar dom," a dúirt sí.

"Our friendship has been very valuable to me," she said.

"Cé go bhfuil an domhan mór ann, táim muiníneach nach n-athróidh an méid atá eatarthu.

"Even though the world is big, I am confident that what is between us will not change.

Tuigim é sin anois.

I understand that now."

"Bhí deoranna i súile Maeve.

There were tears in Maeve's eyes.

Nuair a tháinig deireadh leis an lá, agus tháinig sí ar ais abhaile, d'aimsigh sí an litir i bpóca a mála.

When the day ended, and she returned home, she found the letter in her bag pocket.

Léigh sí í i go síochánta ina seomra.

She read it peacefully in her room.

"Beidh rud éigin agat domsa gach mí," a dhearbhaigh Maeve ina freagra.

"You'll have something from me every month," Maeve confirmed in her reply.

Bhí Siobhán sásta, níos cinnte anois go n-éireoidh leo a bheith cóngarach, fiú le spás agus am eatarthu.

Siobhán was happy, more certain now that they would stay close, even with space and time between them.

Bhí a gcairdeas láidir go leor le maireachtáil, mar thosaigh an ádh nua le gealltanas ómra na farraige ar an Aird Mhór.

Their friendship was strong enough to endure, as a new fortune began with the amber promise of the sea at An tAird Mhór.