Bhí sé ina sheasamh sa chábán cóngarach, lasmuigh den tigh mhór dorcha.

He was standing in the nearby cabin, outside the large dark house.

Las an tine bheag sa teallach, ag caitheamh scáileanna cluthar ar fud na seomraí.

The small fire was burning in the fireplace, casting cozy shadows all around the rooms.

Bhí an Nollaig ag druidim linn agus bhí na Gleannta Chill Mhantáin fillte i mbruth sneachta.

Christmas was approaching, and the Gleannta Chill Mhantáin were wrapped in a blanket of snow.

Bhí fuinneoga na cábán ag glimmeration le soilse beag na Nollag, ag tabhairt suaimhneas agus teas isteach.

The cabin windows were glimmering with small Christmas lights, bringing comfort and warmth inside.

Tháinig Aisling agus Cian ón gcathair, ag lorg eachtraíochta agus comhlacht deas le chéile.

Aisling and Cian had come from the city, looking for adventure and good company together.

Bhí Aisling lán de fhuinneamh.

Aisling was full of energy.

Bhí sí i gcónaí ag lorg an chéad tír-raon a rachadh sí trasna.

She was always seeking the next terrain to cross.

Ach Cian, bhí sé níos cothroime.

But Cian, he was more balanced.

Bhraith sé an tábhacht atá le sábháilteacht, go háirithe i lár an gheimhridh.

He understood the importance of safety, especially in the midst of winter.

"Tá sé iontach anseo," arsa Aisling, ag breathnú ar na sléibhte sneachta.

"It's amazing here," said Aisling, gazing at the snowy mountains.

"Táim ag súil leis an gcosán amárach."

"I'm looking forward to the trail tomorrow."

"Tá sé iontach, cinnte, ach caithfimid a bheith stuama," d'fhreagair Cian go cúramach, "Tagann stoirm laistigh de deichimead."

"It is wonderful, certainly, but we must be cautious," Cian replied carefully, "A storm is due within a few hours."

Bhí sé go hálainn go deimhin, ach leag sé féachaint ar na scamaill dhubha.

It was indeed beautiful, but he cast a look at the dark clouds.

Níor thug siad súil lag den aimsir.

They didn't offer a weak outlook on the weather.

Bhí beart ann go mbeidh stoirm ann.

There was an indication that a storm would occur.

Bhí Aisling lán den díograis.

Aisling was full of enthusiasm.

Nuair a bhuail an sneachta trom orthu, níor iarr sí stopadh.

When the heavy snow hit them, she didn't ask to stop.

"Seo an cineál dúshláin is breá liom!" arsa Aisling, ag brú ar aghaidh i ngaoth.

"This is the kind of challenge I love!" said Aisling, pushing forward into the wind.

Ach stop Cian.

But Cian stopped.

"Fan soic, Aisling. Ní oibríonn sé seo go sábháilte." Bhí imní air.

"Wait a moment, Aisling. This isn't safe," he was worried.

Ní raibh sé ag iarraidh anois a bheith i mbaol nó í féin a thabhairt isteach gan gnáthchúram.

He didn't want to now be in danger or lead her into it without due care.

D'fhéadfadh an fhuinneamh idir a ndíospóireacht tapadh go tobann, mar a rinne an stoirm féin.

The energy between their debate could snap suddenly, as could the storm itself.

D'adhmhaigh Aisling go gáire, tinteana ag reo ar a téidí:

Aisling admitted with a laugh, fires freezing on her cheeks:

"Táimid ag sciúradh as an slí, sílim," a dúirt sí go séimh.

"I think we're veering off track," she said softly.

"An chat mar sin, ceart go leor."

"Okay, let's go back."

Bhí an cinneadh déanta acu: d'fhill siad ar an gcábán.

They made the decision: they returned to the cabin.

Sa chlós athnuaite, le fógraí na tine te, d'éist Aisling le háiteamh Cian.

In the renewed courtyard, with the warm fire's beckoning, Aisling listened to Cian's urging.

Chuir sé a lán ama i dteannta a chéile i mbun cainte, ag aontú rg ar gach rud.

They spent a lot of time together talking, agreeing on many things.

"Caithfidh mé níos fearr a phleanáil," a dúirt sí go géarchúiseach.

"I need to plan better," she said reflectively.

D'admhaigh sí a nádúr eachtrúil, ach thuig sí anois cé chomh tábhachtach is atá sé sábháilteacht agus cúram a chur roimhe.

She acknowledged her adventurous nature, but now understood how important it is to prioritize safety and care.

Agus Cian an dóigh leis an teacht sin.

And Cian had perceived that arrival.

Thairg sé a bheith macánta agus oscailte, ag breacadh línte athnuaite eatarthu beirt: "Cuidíonn sé le chéile an t-iomlán ár mbanna," a dúirt sé.

He offered to be honest and open, delineating renewed paths between the two: "It helps to strengthen our bond," he said.

Nuair a ghlac an stoirm bua, bhí siad céim níos gaire lena chéile.

As the storm took its toll, they grew closer to each other.

Bhí an oíche ag dul in olcas, ach bhí a dtreoshuíomh nua níos soiléire.

The night was getting worse, but their new direction was clearer.

Mar a chaith an teallach a chluthar arisiúd, bhí rud éigin dearbhaithe ina gcairdeas nach raibh ann riamh roimhe seo.

As the fireplace cast its cozy glow again, something new was affirmed in their friendship that had never been present before.

Bhí an sneachta ag titim i gcónaí, ach ní raibh aon eagla orthu.

The snow continued to fall, but they were unafraid.

Bhí an suaimhneas faighte acu anns,dánacht spreagtha as na sléibhte.

They found peace anew, courage inspired by the mountains.

Bhíodar réidh, anois an ngeimhridh, le hoibriú as lámh a chéile le meas a thabhairt dóibh féin agus dá gcomhpháirtíocht.

They were ready, now in winter, to work hand in hand, showing appreciation for themselves and their partnership.

Agus níor aire do cheann ar bith, toisc go raibh an tacaíocht sin ann i leanaí láimhe a chéile.

And no one cared, as that support was there in the embrace of each other's arms.