Bhí an sneachta ag titim go réidh ar na cnoic glasa a chóirigh an pobal faoi ghlas, áit a raibh Cillian ina chónaí.

Snow was gently falling on the green hills that surrounded the secluded community where Cillian lived.

Bhí a theach clúdaithe le bileoga éadomhain sneachta bán, cosúil le gach teach eile sa phobal eisiatach seo.

His house was covered with shallow sheets of white snow, just like every other house in this exclusive neighborhood.

Shéid gaotha mhí mhórthaibhseacha an gheimhridh, agus taobh istigh, bhí fuinneog bhealach Cillian te agus compordach.

The remarkable winter winds blew, and inside, Cillian's window seat was warm and comfortable.

Dhúisigh an phobal maidin amháin le scéal faoi heirloom teaghlaigh luachmhar a bhí imithe gan rian.

One morning, the community awoke to the news of a valuable family heirloom that had disappeared without a trace.

Ceanglóga cuideachta iad, ach bhí athra ann seo níos mó!

Usually, these were corporate quotations, but this was something more!

Bhí cáilíochtaí na muintire ar nós rúndiamhair sa phobal beag seo agus bhí an scéal faoin heirloom á scaipeadh go tapaidh.

The family's mysterious qualities were closely knit into this small community, and the story of the heirloom spread quickly.

Bhí Cillian ag éisteacht go cúramach, cé go raibh a chroí lán le fiosracht.

Cillian listened carefully, even though his heart was full of curiosity.

An gauth sin den gheimhreadh, bhí féile pobail san áit.

That winter day, there was a community festival.

Bhí sé ar an am beacht a shocrú a chuaird féin i measc na gcomharsanachta.

It was the perfect time for him to set his own tour among the neighborhood.

Thug sé faoi deara go minic cé na daoine a raibh ag éisteacht níos mó nuair a labhair, cé a bhí ciúin, agus cé a d'fhan amach as an gcraic.

He often observed which people listened more when others spoke, who was quiet, and who stayed out of the chatter.

Le linn na hoíche oighreata sin, bhí gnaitheoirí an phobail ag baint suilt as seanchas cóngarach de tine mhór.

During that icy night, the community members were enjoying stories close to a large fire.

Bhí Cillian ag faire.

Cillian was watching.

Tháinig sé trasna agus bhí crannán beag sa gháirdín i ngar dó.

He walked over and noticed a small pile in the garden nearby.

Rinne sé cúlú beag, ag coinneáil súile ar céard a bhí faoin gceannán seo a léirigh.

He stepped back a little, keeping an eye on what was under that pile revealed.

Bhí clocha beaga ann, seanchas a bhí doiléir ach caite ag Cillian.

There were small stones, stories that were unclear but tossed by Cillian.

Bhí rian de shlabhra caillte ann, puisse suas.

There was a trace of a lost chain there, partially hidden.

Thug Cillian aire ceart ar leith na clocha.

Cillian paid special attention to the stones.

Tugadh sin ábhar imní aige, a cheangail leis an heirloom a bhí caillte!

This gave him a source of concern, linking it to the lost heirloom!

Ag tús an gheimhridh, fuair sé amach go raibh an rian ag dul i dtreo ghairdín Mhaeve, comharsa mistéireach.

At the start of winter, he discovered that the trail was leading towards Maeve's garden, a mysterious neighbor.

Chonaic sé í go minic, i gcónaí sábháilte agus ciúin ina cuid gníomhaíochtaí.

He often saw her, always safe and quiet in her activities.

Ar an gcompas cúnaimh, thug Cillian aghaidh ar Mhaeve.

Following a compass of help, Cillian approached Maeve.

D'aithin sí go raibh an heirloom aineistéiseach achor dóibh.

She acknowledged that the heirloom was anesthetic to them.

Bhí an heirloom mar chlaonadh ó rud níos mó.

The heirloom represented a shift from something greater.

Shín Maeve amach na focail le suim, "Tá riamh daoine níos práinní, Cillian.

Maeve extended the words with interest, "There are always people with more urgency, Cillian."

" Mhínigh sí go raibh an heirloom ina bréag uilíoch.

She explained that the heirloom was a universal deception.

Bhí rud éigin níos mó faoi rud éigin olc sa cheantar agus bhí siar stad orainn a thug chuige.

There was something bigger about something evil in the area, and it had brought them to a halt.

Ina dhiaidh sin, thóg Cillian an chumhacht a bheith suaimhneach, gan a bheith ag brú ar dhaoine.

Afterward, Cillian took the power to be calm, without pressuring people.

Thosaigh sé ag iarraidh go mbeifí níos fearr ag éisteacht leis, ag nochtadh fonn daoine.

He began to strive for better listening, revealing people's desires.

Bhí a ghrá don chomharsanacht níos treise ar deireadh, mar a bhféadfadh doimhneacht sheasmhach an phobail mhór a fháil go cúramach.

His love for the neighborhood grew stronger in the end, carefully finding the enduring depth of the greater community.

Sa deireadh, bhí Cillian ina bhall fiúntach den phobal, ag cothú carthanachta le nádúr na hócáide.

In the end, Cillian became a valuable member of the community, fostering charity with the nature of the occasion.

Bhí comhsheasmhacht idir an tuiscint a bhí aige agus a gcuid luachanna féin.

There was consistency between his understanding and their own values.

Faoi scáth an gheimhridh, bhí an pobal ag maireachtáil in harmónach, foghlamtha go leor maidir leis an bpraghas a bhaineann le fiosracht.

Under the shadow of winter, the community lived in harmony, having learned much about the price of curiosity.