Bhí an ghaoth ag séideadh go láidir ar airsí Aillte an Mhothair.

The wind was blowing strongly at the cliffs of Aillte an Mhothair.

Bhí an fhómhar i mbarr a réime.

Autumn was in full swing.

Bhí duilleoga órga crochta ó na crainn, ag damhsa le gach ghaoth nimhneach a shéideadh.

Golden leaves hung from the trees, dancing with every fierce wind that blew.

Bhí an samhraí thart, agus bhraith tairní na haimsire an fómhar sin.

Summer was over, and the nails of time felt that autumn.

Bhí Aoife, Niall, agus Saoirse ann, ag breathnú ar an áilleacht thíos fúthu.

Aoife, Niall, and Saoirse were there, gazing at the beauty below them.

Bhí Aoife an-mhífhoighneach.

Aoife was very impatient.

Bhí méid éigin den t-eagla i gcónaí aici faoi cad a d'fhéadfadh dul amú.

She always had some fear about what could go wrong.

Bhí Niall praiticiúil agus i gcónaí réidh le haghaidh rud ar bith, ach an lá sin bhí a eagla roimh ardú á cheilt aige.

Niall was practical and always ready for anything, but that day he was hiding his fear of heights.

Bhí Saoirse, ar ndóigh, leamhánach agus lán de dhóchas.

Saoirse, of course, was carefree and full of hope.

Shíl sí gur chóir gach nóiméad a thaifeadadh ar a blag.

She thought every moment should be recorded on her blog.

Tharla tubaiste beag ansin.

A small mishap happened then.

Ghuigh Saoirse amach nuair a sciorr a fón póca as a lámh agus thit sé isteach san aigéan géar.

Saoirse cried out when her mobile phone slipped from her hand and fell into the sharp ocean.

Bhí turraing ar an triúr acu.

The three of them were shocked.

Bhí a fhón istigh san fharraige anois, ag titim isteach sna tonnta torbacha.

Her phone was now in the sea, falling into the turbulent waves.

“Cad a dhéanfaimid?” a dúirt Saoirse, a súile lán le brón.

"What will we do?" said Saoirse, her eyes full of sadness.

Bhí sí ag iarraidh é a fháil ar ais.

She wanted to get it back.

Bhí Aoife ag iarraidh iad a choinneáil suaimhneach.

Aoife was trying to keep them calm.

“Ná buartha, a Saoirse. Beimid ceart,” a dúirt sí, ag stadaint ar an eagla ag teacht suas i ligean air féin a bheith socair.

"Don’t worry, Saoirse. We'll be fine," she said, restraining the fear from rising within, pretending to be calm.

D'fhéach Niall ar an gcúinne ag imeacht san fharraige.

Niall looked at the corner disappearing into the sea.

Níor thaitin an smaoineamh le hé ag siúl i ngar do na haillte ar chor ar bith, ach bhí sé ag smaoineamh ar feadh soicind.

He didn't like the idea of walking near the cliffs at all, but he was thinking for a moment.

“B'fhéidir gur féidir linn bealach a aimsiú isteach thíos,” a mhol sé.

"Maybe we can find a way down," he suggested.

Bhí Saoirse fonnmhar triail a bhaint as.

Saoirse was eager to give it a try.

“Lig dom dul síos, táim caillte gan mo fhón sin!” a d'iarr sí go praistí.

"Let me go down, I’m lost without that phone!" she asked eagerly.

Bhí Aoife neamhshuaimhneach, agus bhí sé deacair di a thaobhanna a aimsiú.

Aoife was uneasy, and it was difficult for her to find her bearings.

Bhí an fhionnuisce ag ardú aici agus í ag iarraidh na daoine a choinneáil slán agus sásta.

She was anxious to keep everyone safe and happy.

D'oscail Niall a bhéal arís.

Niall spoke again.

“Ní fiú é, Saoirse. Is fearr dúinn glacadh leis,” a mhol sé, á tacú go soiléir in aghaidh a eagla féin.

"It’s not worth it, Saoirse. We should accept it," he advised, clearly supporting his own fear.

Bhí an chinneadh déanta acu ar deireadh.

They finally made their decision.

Bhí orthu slán a fhágáil leis.

They had to say goodbye to it.

Agus ansin, tháinig Aoife chun cinn.

And then, Aoife came forward.

“Bhuel, cad faoi téarnamh maith?” a bhí, iad go léir ag siúl i dteannta le chéile.

"Well, what about a nice recovery?" she said, as they all walked together.

"Tá coiste caillte ag taispeántas saoire Samhain sa sráidbhaile."

"There's a lost and found committee at the Samhain festival in the village."

Bhí gáire ag an triúr ar deireadh.

The three of them laughed at last.

Fiú Saoirse, a mhothaigh go raibh sí míshlánaithe, d'aimsigh sí luachmhaireacht sa phléisiúr a bhí acu le chéile.

Even Saoirse, who felt she was at a loss, found value in the pleasure they had together.

Sa deireadh, d'fhoghlaim Aoife nach raibh gach rud snasta de réir na pleananna.

In the end, Aoife learned that not everything gleamed according to plans.

D'aimsigh Niall faoiseamh beag ina eagla airde, agus d'admhaigh Saoirse go raibh scéal nua aici le n-insint ar a blag.

Niall found some relief in his fear of heights, and Saoirse admitted she had a new story to tell on her blog.

Bhí Samhain thart, ach bheadh scéalta nua acu i gcónaí le n-insint.

Samhain was over, but they would always have new stories to tell.