Put one of these in my askbox to see how my Muse reacts.
Memory was such a difficult challenge. At times, it was hazy, unable to focus and missing parts that make it whole. Other times, it was crystal clear, complete and capable. Memory was unpredictable.
Nala's memory had started off black. Very little to remember beyond the animal within and the name she had gone by. Slowly, very slowly, her memory returned.
It all had slowly filtered through her head, returning what she remembered and yet, with-holding what she could not. Simba - Simba knew that.
Lifting her gaze from the hand in the soil, to the man it belonged to, Nala shook her head. "I - I can't - Simba, I don't remember." Was this important? Was it special, to them? She wanted to remember. She tried so hard to recall what memories she could. But the curse had been powerful, and Nala - Nala hadn't been as strong as she thought she was. "Why can't I remember?" She whispered, her eyes lowering to the ground for fear of meeting his own. She didn't want to disappoint him, to hurt him or make him sad.