Bhí Cormac ag siúl go cúramach feadh bhur ghairdín Draíochta na hÉireann, Aillte an Mhothair.

Cormac was walking carefully along your Draíochta na hÉireann garden, Aillte an Mhothair.

Lá breá earraigh a bhí ann.

It was a fine spring day.

Bhí an fharraige gléasta le solas na gréine agus na héalaithe geala ag eitilt ar bharr na cloiche.

The sea was adorned with sunlight and the bright gulls were flying over the rocks.

Anois agus arís, scairt na héin mhara in ochtair chláirsí na draíochta.

Now and then, the seabirds called out amidst the magical cliffs.

Bhí Siobhán ina seasamh cúpla méadar uaim.

Siobhán was standing a few meters away.

Bhí cuma neirbhíseach uirthi, ach bhuail méideanna crógacht lena haigne.

She looked nervous, but waves of courage struck her mind.

Bhí triail roimpi, eagla a bhí in ann í a shárú.

She faced a trial, a fear she had to overcome.

Tar éis cúpla nóiméad, thosaigh Cormac ag caint leis ar aghaidh faoin áilleacht na haillte agus a fhiosraíonn sé a scéalta faoi thaisteal.

After a few moments, Cormac began talking to her about the beauty of the cliffs and he shared his travel stories.

"Is iontach an áit í seo," a dúirt Cormac, a súile ag lasadh.

"This place is amazing," said Cormac, his eyes lighting up.

"Tá gach uillinn éagsúil.

"Every angle is different.

An dtuigeann tú conas a athraíonn an radharc le gach féachaint?

Do you understand how the view changes with each glance?"

"Ní dhearna Siobhán ach nod.

Siobhán only nodded.

"Tá eagla orm ar airde," d’admhaigh sí, a guth cinnte ach náireach.

"I'm afraid of heights," she admitted, her voice certain but embarrassed.

"Tá córas sábháilteachta maith againn," a mhaígh Cormac go cneasta.

"We have a good safety system," Cormac assured her kindly.

Chabhraigh sé léi a céimeanna a thógáil níos gaire don imeall, gan brú a chur uirthi.

He helped her take steps closer to the edge, without pressuring her.

De réir a chéile, thosaigh Siobhán ag dul i dtiúin le fuaimeanna ciúine na gcarraigeacha agus na farraige.

Gradually, Siobhán began to tune in to the quiet sounds of the rocks and the sea.

Ag teacht go pointe ard na n-aillte, d’fhéach Cormac ar an spéir.

Reaching a high point on the cliffs, Cormac looked at the sky.

Ar an toirt, thuirling pas beag neamhchoitianta, alcól na ngaoithe, gorm agus órga, ar chúpla orlach os a gcionn.

Suddenly, an unusual little pass descended, a breeze of the wind, blue and gold, a few inches above them.

D’amharc sé súil ar Siobhán agus chonaic sé ag a liopaí miongháire álainn.

He glanced at Siobhán and saw a beautiful smile at her lips.

"Ná bog," a dúirt sé go rabhachtach, agus thóg sé an ceamara ina lámh.

"Don't move," he said earnestly, and took the camera in his hand.

Bhí an carraig ina suíochán don pas éagsúil.

The rock was a seat for the unusual pass.

Bhí an ghealach fós le feiceáil ina súile.

The moon was still visible in its eyes.

Chlick an ceamara.

Click went the camera.

A bhí ann, an grianghraf foirfe.

There it was, the perfect photograph.

Siobhán, faoi spleodar, d’amharc amach, a lámha scíth a ligean go socair taobh istigh.

Siobhán, in excitement, looked out, her hands resting calmly inside.

D’éirigh sí níos suaimhní nuair a thuig sí gur cuid dá nádúr bhí sé an saol a bhreathnú ó leathanach ard.

She became more at ease when she realized it was part of her nature to view life from a high page.

Tar éis an turais, bhí Cormac fós ag coinneáil an áilios fairsing ina chroí.

After the trip, Cormac was still holding the vast horizon in his heart.

Bhí Siobhán réidh le bheith ag súil ar na himeachtaí féideartha amach romhainn.

Siobhán was ready to anticipate the potential events ahead.

"Ba mhaith liom teacht anseo arís," ar sí.

"I would like to come here again," she said.

"Ceapaim go mbeinn anseo," d’fhreagair Cormac, agus iad cinneadh a dhéanamh chun bualadh le chéile arís.

"I think I will be here," replied Cormac, as they decided to meet again.

Fuath siad an turas go mothúchán an lae nua.

They cherished the journey to the emotions of a new day.

Anois, bhí gradam agus anáil nua ag Cormac dá ealaín.

Now, Cormac had newfound regard and inspiration for his art.

Bhí Siobhán tar éis a eagla a bhriseadh síos agus d’fhoghlaim suaimhneas a fháil i chuile nór chrann làidir.

Siobhán had conquered her fear and learned to find peace in every strong old tree.

Le chéile, bhí siad tugtha isteach i scéil nua ar bharr aillte na draíochta.

Together, they were drawn into a new story atop the magical cliffs.