Embracing the Storm: A Heartfelt Reunion at the Cliffs

Fluent Fiction - Irish: Embracing the Storm: A Heartfelt Reunion at the Cliffs
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Ga: Bhí gaoth fhiáin ag séideadh thar Aillte an Mhothair.
En: A wild wind was blowing over the Aillte an Mhothair (Cliffs of Moher).

Ga: Bhí Saoirse, Eamon agus Cillian ag seasamh ar imeall an aill, iad níos cóngaraí don spéir ná riamh.
En: Saoirse, Eamon, and Cillian stood at the edge of the cliff, closer to the sky than ever.

Ga: Bhí an fharraige fúthu dorcha agus d'fhiáin, cosúil leis na mothúcháin a bhí ag dul thar fóir ina gcroíthe.
En: The sea below them was dark and wild, much like the emotions overflowing in their hearts.

Ga: Bhí sé fuar, an gheimhreadh ag brú isteach orthu go tréan.
En: It was cold, with the winter pressing down on them heavily.

Ga: Bhí lámha Saoirse ag crith, ach níorbh é an fhuacht é amháin.
En: Saoirse's hands were shaking, but not just from the cold.

Ga: Bhí an urnaí bheag á n-iompar aici, luaith an mháthair laistigh di.
En: She was carrying a small urn, containing their mother's ashes.

Ga: D’fhéach sí ar a deartháireacha le cumha agus grástúlacht ina súile, an tobar domhain de mheoin agus de mhíshuaimhneas á thochailt ina croí.
En: She looked at her brothers with longing and grace in her eyes, a deep well of emotion and unease being stirred in her heart.

Ga: “Caithfimid é seo a dhéanamh le chéile,” a dúirt Saoirse go ciúin, a glór gutha ardaithe in aghaidh an ghaoith.
En: “We must do this together,” Saoirse said quietly, her voice rising against the wind.

Ga: Bhí guth fuar Eamon ag teacht ina dhiaidh, “Tá brón orm. Tá a fhios agam gur fhág mé thú.”
En: Eamon's cold voice followed, “I'm sorry. I know I left you.”

Ga: Bhí sé cosúil le bualadh gaoithe eile.
En: It felt like another gust of wind.

Ga: Bhuail sé ar Saoirse. D’fhág míchompord sa chaoi inar chorraigh a chorp í, i gcomhthráth leis an drochaimsir.
En: It hit Saoirse, leaving discomfort in the way her body shifted in sync with the bad weather.

Ga: Ach bhí sí ag iarraidh teacht ar chaoi ina tír féin istigh.
En: But she was trying to find her ground within herself.

Ga: “Tá,” a dúirt Saoirse go faoisimh. “Ach táimid anseo anois.”
En: “Yes,” Saoirse said with relief. “But we are here now.”

Ga: Chonaic sí brón sna súile Eamon, an duine a d’imigh ar son saol eile, ach a d’fhill ar ais ar leac an tí.
En: She saw sorrow in Eamon's eyes, the one who had left for another life but returned to the doorstep.

Ga: D'oscail méid bog an chaidrimh idir í agus a deartháir smután beag sa spiorad.
En: The gentle opening of a relationship between her and her brother created a small comfort in her spirit.

Ga: Bhí Cillian ina thost le fada, mar a bhí sé go minic, ach d’fhéach sé orthu, macalla a shaol féin ag dul i Lár na dTrí.
En: Cillian had been silent for a long time, as he often was, but he looked at them, an echo of his own life running in the Lár na dTrí (Middle of Three).

Ga: “Is minic a mhothaigh mé nach raibh mé ann,” a dúirt sé gan obair ar an reláon.
En: “I often felt like I wasn't there,” he said without working on the rhythm.

Ga: D’amharc Saoirse agus Eamon air.
En: Saoirse and Eamon looked at him.

Ga: “Cillian, tá cúram orm asat,” a dúirt Saoirse, a síoraíochta donn ag glioscarnach le brí.
En: “Cillian, I care about you,” Saoirse said, her eternal brown eyes sparkling with meaning.

Ga: Bhuail an stoirm níos measa orthu, raindrops ag titim cosúil le cuimhní cinn duairce.