Bhí an ghrian ag taitneamh go hard sa spéir thar Aillte an Mhothair.

The sun was shining high in the sky over the Aillte an Mhothair (Cliffs of Moher).

Bhí rang scoile ag siúl ar na cosáin gharbh, an fharraige gorm ag béicíl thíos fúthu.

A school class was walking on the rough paths, the blue sea roaring below them.

Bhí Maeve ag gáire le cúpla cairde, a guth ard agus muiníneach os ard sa ghaoth.

Maeve was laughing with a few friends, her voice loud and confident in the wind.

Fionn, áfach, bhí ciúin.

Fionn, however, was quiet.

Bhí sé ag mothú neirbhíseach, a shúile ag scanadh an tírdhreacha mar a d'aithin sé a eagla.

He was feeling nervous, his eyes scanning the landscape as he recognized his fear.

Bhí Fionn fiosrach agus eachtrúil, ach bhí eagla air roimh airde.

Fionn was curious and adventurous, but he was afraid of heights.

Níor theastaigh uaidh go bhfeicfeadh a chomhghleacaithe é sin.

He did not want his classmates to see that.

Ní raibh sé ag iarraidh go mbeadh cuma lag air os comhair Maeve.

He didn't want to appear weak in front of Maeve.

Bhí sí chomh muiníneach i gcónaí, agus ba mhaith leis a bheith measúil ina súile.

She was always so confident, and he wanted to be respected in her eyes.

Ach de réir mar a shuigh an grúpa ar bhruach na n-aillte, mhothaigh sé an stiall fuar eagla ag preabadh trína chorp.

But as the group sat on the edge of the cliffs, he felt the cold stripe of fear pulsing through his body.

"Tiocfaidh tú, Fionn?

"Will you come, Fionn?"

" arsa Maeve, ag tabhairt faoi deara a neamhchinnteacht.

said Maeve, noticing his uncertainty.

D’éirigh sí feiceálach go tobann, an spraoi imithe as a seasamh.

She suddenly became observant, the playfulness gone from her expression.

Chonaic sí a imní, mar thig le cara maith.

She saw his worry, as a good friend might.

"Ná bí déanach!

"Don't be late!"

" a mhaígh sí, ag tabhairt lámh thacaíochta dó.

she insisted, offering him a supportive hand.

Bhreathnaigh Fionn ar an imeall, an fharraige borb síos ina shúile.

Fionn looked at the edge, the rugged sea beneath his eyes.

D'éist sé le gaoth fheadánach ag pógadh na haillte, agus bhí a chroí i dteannta.

He listened to the whistling wind kissing the cliffs, and his heart was in turmoil.

D’fhéadfadh sé a bheith mar chuid den ghrúpa, nó d’fhéadfadh sé a eagla a admháil.

He could join the group, or he could admit his fear.

D’éirigh a anál tapa agus d’éist Maeve lena thost.

His breathing quickened, and Maeve listened to his silence.

"Mise leis," a d’admhaigh sé, a ghlór íseal.

"It's me too," he admitted, his voice low.

"Tá eagla orm roimh airde.

"I'm afraid of heights."

"Bhí iontas ar Maeve, ach i gceart, bhí meangadh beag ar a haghaidh freisin.

Maeve was surprised, but rightly so, there was a small smile on her face too.

"Cé go maith," a dúirt sí, "ní bhaineann sé le bheith cróga nó ráite.

"Well then," she said, "it's not about being brave or outspoken.

Baineann sé leis an méid atá tú sásta a roinnt linn.

It’s about how much you're willing to share with us."

"Le sin, ghlac Fionn a lámh, an neart ag sreabhadh idir an bheirt acu.

With that, Fionn took her hand, strength flowing between them.

Céimeanna beaga a rinneadh, céimeanna a raibh brí mhór leo.

Small steps were taken, steps that had great meaning.

Thug siad aghaidh ar aillte an Mhothair taobh lena thaobh, i ngach ceo amháin.

They faced the Aillte an Mhothair together, side by side, in every single haze.

Thug an comhluadar nua seo cúis do Mhaeve le bheith bródúil.

This new companionship gave Maeve a reason to be proud.

Bhí Fionn tar éis éirí níos cróga trína eagla a admháil, rud a thaispeáin gur mhó a chaitheann cara a lámh ionas nach mbraitheann éinne fágtha i leataobh.

Fionn had become braver by admitting his fear, showing that it means more when a friend extends a hand so no one feels left aside.

Tháinig tuiscint nua ar Fionn freisin.

Fionn gained a new understanding too.

Níorbh é an laochra amháin a sheasann ina n-aonar, ach b’iad na daoine a d’éisteann agus a roinneann a n-imní.

It wasn’t only heroes who stand alone, but those who listen and share their concerns with others.

Bhí sé níos mó fiú a bheith oscailte agus glacadh le tacaíocht na ndaoine timpeall air.

It was even more meaningful to be open and accept the support of those around him.

Ar nóiméad lúcháireach, ghabh an ghaoth gníomh maith Maeve agus Fionn, ag ionanailítear gairid uathu.

In a joyful moment, the wind captured the good deed of Maeve and Fionn, inhaling briefly from them.

Bhí áilleacht na n-aillte ina bhfinné do chairdeas a neart, i dtaobh lena chéile, go díreach ag an imeall, ach fós ag seasamh go daingean.

The beauty of the cliffs bore witness to the strength of their friendship, side by side, right at the edge, yet still standing firmly.