Bhí an ghrian ag dul in airde thar na sléibhte carraigeacha, ag lonradh go bog ar an dtalamh thíos.

The sun was rising over the rocky mountains, shining softly on the ground below.

Bhí an t-aer úr agus bhí an chraobhadh ag cogarnaigh sa ghaoth.

The air was fresh, and the foliage whispered in the wind.

D'ardaigh Maeve a ceann agus d'fhéach sí thar an radharc álainn seo.

Maeve lifted her head and looked out over this beautiful view.

Ní raibh sé ach cúpla lá ó sheas sí anseo lena cairde, Connor agus Aoife, ach braith sí go raibh an tsaoirse ag leathadh un aici cosúil le bláthanna fiáine an earraigh timpeall uirthi.

It had only been a few days since she stood here with her friends, Connor and Aoife, but she felt freedom spreading around her like the wildflowers of spring.

Bhí Maeve, an bhean eachtrúil a bhí dúil aici sa nádúr, ag cuartú freagraí.

Maeve, the adventurous woman with a love for nature, was seeking answers.

Cé go raibh sí sásta ina saol féin, bhí ceisteanna ann.

While she was content in her own life, there were questions.

An mbeadh sí sásta imeachtaí a shaol a roinnt le Connor?

Would she be happy sharing the events of her life with Connor?

Nó an raibh gá aici leanúint le saol nua?

Or did she need to pursue a new life?

Bhí Connor go deas aici, ach ní raibh sí cinnte.

Connor was nice to her, but she wasn't sure.

Bhí an champáil seo sa sléibhte ina plean le fada.

This camping trip in the mountains had been planned for a long time.

Bhí Connor ag tnúth leis an dturas.

Connor was looking forward to the trip.

"Beidh sé go hiontach!

"It will be great!"

" a dúirt sé, agus é ag pleanáil.

he said, while planning.

Ach bhí plananna Connor róchlasaiceach uaireanta do Maeve, a raibh spiorad saor aici.

But Connor's plans were sometimes too classical for Maeve, who had a free spirit.

Lá amháin, shocraigh Maeve imeacht don lá uaithi féin.

One day, Maeve decided to set off on her own for the day.

Bhí sí ag iarraidh smaointeoireacht a dhéanamh gan aon bhrú.

She wanted to think without any pressure.

D'fhág sí an campa go moch, ag fágáil nota ag Aoife agus ag fágáil teachtaireachta do Connor.

She left the camp early, leaving a note for Aoife and a message for Connor.

Bhí sí ag dul ar thóir freagraí sa sléibhte.

She was going in search of answers in the mountains.

Siúl sí ar feadh uaireanta, ag féachaint ar ailleacha móra, ag brosnadh taobh le srutháin ag rith go bríomhar.

She walked for hours, gazing at large cliffs, strolling alongside streams that ran vigorously.

Ansin, in áit éigin idir an chalm agus an neamh, chaill sí an t-aon rian.

Then, somewhere between calm and sky, she lost any trace.

Bhí sí sáite san ollmhór áilleacht, ach chuir sé eagla uirthi fós.

She was enveloped in immense beauty, but it still frightened her.

Is é seo an slí a d'fhoghlaim sí do mhothú.

This is how she learned to sense.

Nuair a thuirling an oíche, shocraigh sí trí thine bheag a dhéanamh agus fanacht ansin.

When night fell, she decided to make a small fire and stay there.

Shuigh sí faoi shuíomh na réaltaí.

She sat under the stars' position.

Fíorfhírinne na réaltaí, cosúil le réalta geala an nathair éisc, ba é an slí a mhúscail ina intinn arís go raibh a saol féin i lámha amháin, agus an chaoi an caoi a roghnaíonn sí an slí.

The true reality of the stars, like the bright stars of the fish serpent, awakened again in her mind that her life was in her own hands, and how the way she chooses the path.

An mhaidin dár gcionn, d'fhill Maeve ar an gcampa.

The next morning, Maeve returned to the camp.

Bhí sí traochta ach lán díograis.

She was exhausted but full of enthusiasm.

Chonaic Connor í, é faoiseamh.

Connor saw her, relieved.

"Maeve, bhí mé buartha!

"Maeve, I was worried!"

" ar sé.

he said.

Labhair Maeve go hoscailte le Connor faoin a intinn.

Maeve spoke openly with Connor about her mind.

"Tá mé ag déanamh a rogha féin ar mo thodhchaí, agus tá grá agam duit," ar sí.

"I'm making my own choice about my future, and I love you," she said.

"Caithfidh mé níos mó céim a ghlacadh.

"I need to take more steps.

Beidh an mothúcháin ann, ach tá mé sásta an scéal seo a thógáil mall.

The feelings will be there, but I'm willing to take this story slowly."

"Ní raibh an freagra simplí, ach bhí an idirphlé thábhachtach.

The answer wasn't simple, but the dialogue was important.

Baineadh úsáid as na laethanta ina dhiaidh sin an champáil chun éisteacht a thabhairt di féin.

The following days at the camp were used to listen to herself.

D’fhoghlaim sí glacadh le hionchas.

She learned to accept uncertainty.

Ní gá go mbeadh soiléireacht gach uair, ach tá an taiscéalaíocht ceart.

Clarity isn't necessary every time, but exploration is right.

Bhí sí ar a suaimhneas ionas, grá do Connor níos láidre, agus meas ar na scamaill a théann agus a thagann, díreach cosúil leis na sléibhte carraigeacha.

She was at peace, her love for Connor stronger, and an appreciation for the clouds that come and go, just like the rocky mountains.

Bhí sí réidh don taiscéalaíocht seo dá saol.

She was ready for this exploration of her life.