Bhí Aisling ina seasamh os comhair na hAillte Mhothair, radharc iontach a chuir faoiseamh beag uirthi.

Aisling was standing in front of the Aillte Mhothair, a stunning view that brought her some relief.

Bhí na farraigí ag bualadh in aghaidh na gcloch, ag cruthú ceoil nádúrtha a chur fáilte roimpi.

The seas were crashing against the rocks, creating a natural sound that welcomed her.

Ní raibh sí tar éis éisteacht leis an torann sin le blianta.

She hadn't listened to that sound in years.

Tar éis blianta thar lear, bhí sí tar éis teacht ar ais go hÉirinn, ach mhothaigh sí go raibh rud éigin éagsúil.

After years abroad, she had returned to Éirinn, but felt that something was different.

Lá domhain fómhair a bhí ann, na crainn áille gorm, oráiste agus buí.

It was a deep autumn day, the trees were beautifully blue, orange, and yellow.

Shíúil Aisling trasna an chnoc fáiltitheach, a croí lán le imní agus léargas.

Aisling walked across the welcoming hill, her heart full of anxiety and insight.

Ba mhaith léi a fréamhacha a aimsiú arís, í buíoch as an ngaol céanna a fhág sí i ndiaidh.

She wanted to find her roots again, grateful for the connection she had left behind.

Chonaic sí stuaic duine i bhfad i gcéin.

She saw a figure far in the distance.

Ronan.

Ronan.

D'aithin sí comrádaí d'aois é, cé nach bhfaca sí é le fada an lá.

She recognized him as an old companion, even though she hadn't seen him in a long time.

Bhí sé ag leanúint an cosáin, le leithead geal i lámh – A gheansaí Halloween!

He was following the path, with a bright scarf in hand – His Halloween jumper!

"Ronan!

"Ronan!"

" d'éigh sí, agus d'fhéach sé siar, ag aoibh gháire go mór léi.

she shouted, and he looked back, smiling warmly at her.

"Dia duit, Aisling!

"Hello, Aisling!

Fáilte ar ais!

Welcome back!"

" a dúirt sé, an chlusa iarann inti.

he said, his voice warm with cheer.

Bhí aoibh air gur tháinig sí ar ais go hÉirinn.

He was glad she had returned to Éirinn.

Chas an dá chara ar a chéile agus thosaigh comhrá gasta.

The two friends embraced and started a brisk conversation.

Bhí sé éasca, mar bhí an gaol sin acu fós bainte.

It was easy, as they still had that connection.

Ach bhí cúis leis an gcomhrá.

But there was a reason for the conversation.

Bhí mionnaigh taistil i lámha Aisling.

Aisling had a travel trinket in her hands.

Púca beag déanta as cloch ón Áise.

A small goblin made of stone from Asia.

Dhealraigh sí gur choinnigh sé ar dtús í le radharc dá dteach naofa féin.

At first, it seemed to hold her with a view of her own sacred home.

Ach anois, thosaigh gaoth láidir ag séideadh, ag croílár an bhranda.

But now, a strong wind began to blow, causing the trinket to loosen its grip.

Scaoil an púca as a lámh, ag iarraidh éalú le gaoth.

The goblin slipped from her hand, trying to escape with the wind.

Chuaigh Ronan isteach, ag léimnigh i lár an ghaoth.

Ronan stepped in, leaping into the heart of the wind.

Le deireadh scaip, ghabh sé an púca díreach roimh é ag dul thar imeall an aill.

With one last effort, he caught the goblin just before it went over the edge of the cliff.

A bhuíochas leis an t-iarracht dána, bhí mionnscríbhinn Aisling sábháilte.

Thanks to the daring effort, Aisling's trinket was saved.

Ghabh sí buíochas leis, ag mothú faoiseamh agus nasc nua sa chroí.

She thanked him, feeling relieved and sensing a new bond in her heart.

Bhí Aisling toilteanach.

Aisling was willing.

Bhraith sí go mba léir go raibh Éire fós a baile.

She felt it was clear that Éire was still her home.

Bhí an dúshlán buíoch aici anois, ag aimsiú na ngrást sa gharraí gorm fómhair seo.

She now embraced the challenge, finding grace in this blue autumn garden.

D'fhéach sí ar Ronan le aoibhneas, fios aici go mbeadh sí ag fanacht anseo.

She looked at Ronan with joy, knowing she would be staying here.

Bhí an cionn ispínín déanta—bhí sí sa bhaile.

The decision was made—she was home.

Bhí an Cliffs Mhothair timpeallaithe ag brat ceo sásta anois.

The Cliffs of Moher were now surrounded by a happy shroud of mist.

Sna smaointe sin, mhothaigh Aisling arís, ag teacht abhaile.

In those thoughts, Aisling felt it again, coming home.

Tháinig sí.

She had arrived.

Fanfaidh sí.

She would stay.