Bhí an sráidbhaile beag in aice le hAillte an Mhothair clúdaithe i ngnéithe geimhridh.

The small village near Aillte an Mhothair was covered in winter features.

Bhí an fhómhar ann, agus bhí boladh tine mhóna san aer.

It was autumn, and there was the smell of turf fires in the air.

Bhí radharc an-mhór i gcónaí ó imeall na n-aillte, áit ar bhuail na tonnta go trom faoinár gcosa.

There was always an expansive view from the edge of the cliffs, where the waves pounded heavily below our feet.

I lár an commotion seo, bhí Aoife, Conall, agus Niamh ag ullmhú don bhféile bliantúil Samhain.

In the midst of this commotion, Aoife, Conall, and Niamh were preparing for the annual Samhain festival.

Bhí Aoife cáiliúil sa sráidbhaile as a cuid leigheasanna luibhe.

Aoife was famous in the village for her herbal remedies.

Bhí sí óg, fiosrach agus i gcónaí ag iarraidh foghlaim níos mó faoina timpeallacht.

She was young, curious, and always eager to learn more about her environment.

Bhí sí ag éisteacht le scéalta faoi luibheanna nach bhfásann ach i bhfad i gcéin, thar bhruacha an tsráidbhaile.

She listened to stories about herbs that grew only far away, beyond the shores of the village.

Bhí aisling aici taisteal amach, eolas a fháil, agus luibheanna nua a bhailiú.

She dreamed of traveling out, gaining knowledge, and collecting new herbs.

Ach bhí dhá thaobh dá croí, ceann dílis don tsráidbhaile, an ceann eile ag súil leis an eolas nua.

But her heart was divided, one side loyal to the village, the other yearning for new knowledge.

Conall, bhíodh sé i gcónaí ag obair sa cheárta, ag séideadh tine lena bhuille míne.

Conall was always working in the forge, blowing fire with his gentle strike.

Tá grá aige d'Aoife ó chóisir Samhain anuraidh, ach ní raibh a fhios aige conas é a insint.

He had been in love with Aoife since last year's Samhain party, but he didn't know how to tell her.

Bhí eagla air go gcoinneodh a chuid mothúchán Aoife sa sráidbhaile, agus ní raibh sé ag iarraidh a cuid aislingí a stopadh.

He feared his feelings might tether Aoife to the village, and he didn't want to hinder her dreams.

Thacaigh Niamh i gcónaí le Aoife.

Niamh always supported Aoife.

Bhí a fhios aici faoin aisling taiscéalaíochta Aoife.

She knew about Aoife's dream of exploration.

Ach idir súilíní an gheimhridh, bhí imní uirthi go bhféadfadh caidreamh Aoife le Conall agus cairdeas idir iad féin a bheith i mbaol má fhágann Aoife riamh.

But amid the winter twinklings, she was worried that Aoife's relationship with Conall and their own friendship might be in danger if Aoife ever left.

Agus an féile Samhain ag druidim linn, bhí an sráidbhaile ag craobhscaoileadh saoirsithe agus cóisirí.

As the Samhain festival approached, the village buzzed with crafts and parties.

Lá de mhaidin, bhí Niamh ina seasamh le Aoife, ag féachaint amach ar na haillte, agus d’fhiafraigh sí, "An dtiocfaidh tú ar ais riamh, Aoife?

One morning, Niamh stood with Aoife, looking out over the cliffs, and asked, "Will you ever come back, Aoife?"

" Bhí Aoife ag breathnú ar na machairí óir, agus dúirt sí, "Ní féidir liom gealladh.

Aoife was gazing over the golden fields and said, "I can't promise.

Ach fillfidh mo chroí i gcónaí.

But my heart will always return."

"Tháinig oíche an tSamhain, le réaltaí ag soilsiú os cionn na headláin, agus bonn solais ag déanamh damhsa ar an gcladach thíos.

Samhain night arrived, with stars shining above the cliffs, and a candlelight dance taking place on the shore below.

Bhí Aoife agus Conall ag siúl i dteannta a chéile, ciúin.

Aoife and Conall walked together, quietly.

Labhair Conall faoi dheireadh, "Tá a fhios agam gur mhaith leat taisteal.

Conall finally spoke, "I know you want to travel.

Ach ba mhaith liom go mbeadh a fhios agat, go bhfuil meas mór agam ort.

But I want you to know, I have great respect for you."

"Stop Aoife le hiontas.

Aoife stopped in surprise.

Bhí na focail i bhfad óna hinntinn, ach mothaigh sí an teas i bhfocail Conall.

The words had been far from her mind, but she felt the warmth in Conall's words.

"Táim buíoch asatsa freisin, Conall," a dúirt sí, a lámh ag teacht ar lámh a chéile.

"I am grateful for you too, Conall," she said, her hand reaching for his.

"Ach ba mhaith liom a bheith saor chun mo chuid aislingí a shaothrú.

"But I want to be free to pursue my dreams."

"Thóg Conall a lámh, ag féachaint isteach ina shúile.

Conall took her hand, looking into her eyes.

"Feicfidh tú an domhan," a dúirt sé go séimh, "agus beidh tú ar ais le níos mó eolais, agus seans ficsean nua.

"You'll see the world," he said gently, "and you'll come back with more knowledge, and perhaps new stories.

Beidh mé anseo, i gcónaí.

I'll be here, always."

"Tar éis na féile, bhí cinneadh déanta ag Aoife.

After the festival, Aoife made her decision.

Thoradh sí slán, agus le cabhair Niamh, chuir sí snaip is a bagáiste ar a droma.

She bid farewell, and with Niamh's help, slung her bundle on her back.

Bhí Conall ag fanacht ag imeall an tsráidbhaile chun lámh siar di a thabhairt.

Conall waited at the edge of the village to wave her goodbye.

Agus í ag imeacht, mhothaigh sí cumhacht laistigh di féinig, rud nach bhféadfadh sí iompar riamh roimhe seo.

As she departed, she felt a strength within her that she had never carried before.

Tabharfaidh an turas seo eolas di, ach freisin ní bhíonn feall ar an gcroí.

This journey would bring her knowledge, but the heart never deceives.

Ag croitheadh a lámh, mholt sí gealltanas di féin agus dóibh siúd a choinnigh grá agus meas uirthi.

As she waved, she made a promise to herself and to those who held love and respect for her.

Le gach bonn, d'éist na tonnta le meas seasta, ag tógáil brionglóid nua dóibh siúd a shiúil i bhfad uathu.

With each wave, the sea listened with steadfast respect, creating new dreams for those who walked far from them.