Fluttershy came by for a visit today. She rubbed up against me a few times, cheek to cheek, and got really close to my muzzle and just smiled. I really don't know what her deal is, but I have to have a talk with her if this kind of behavior doesn't stop soon; it's just super-awkward. Anyway, she wanted to know how I was doing. After the weird part, the conversation was something like:

"How are you feeling?" asked Fluttershy, between sips from a cup of white tea. (Spike made us tea. He's so cute in that little apron of his.)

"Oh, I'm fine," I said. "I had some bites on my leg that were bothering me, back from the party I guess. Applejack thought they were mosquito bites but I think they're something else. I wish I had more data on them."

"Oh, my. I certainly hope it doesn't hurt, or anything?"

"Well, they're not painful, just annoying. Fortunately, I found just the spell to fix it. It was supposed to work on magical bites, though, so I think there may be some kind of undiscovered species on Applejack's farm," I said, smiling. If there's anything that would interest Fluttershy, it would be the discovery of a new species of creature, right?

So here's where it gets weird(er). Fluttershy actually seemed disappointed, and I'm sure I read her facial features accurately. After a few moments, her usual smile returned. "That's wonderful. You'll have to let me know when you find the little fellow, or insect, or whatever it was. If you need any help, I'd be happy to assist... if that's alright with you, I mean," she said, and then took an uncharacteristically large gulp of her tea.

"Well, I don't have many clues now that the bites have healed, so I don't know when or if I'll figure it out. I suppose I can tell Applejack to keep her eyes peeled, but she always does that anyway."

Fluttershy paused, as though in deep thought, then said, "Twilight, is it alright if I ask you something?"

"Of course, Fluttershy. Go right ahead."

"Have you mentioned this to anypony else? I mean, if ponies start thinking there's a magical creature loose, it might not be a good thing for the wildlife. Some ponies in this town, well, they have a tendency to... um, you know. Overreact to things, just a tiny bit."

"Heh, isn't that the truth. Don't worry, Fluttershy. Applejack's the only one I talked to, and like I said, she was pretty sure they were mosquito bites," I said, reassuring her.

That's about when Fluttershy thanked me and left. I sat there with my tea, idly stirring it with magic, for maybe an hour or more until it went cold (I have a lot of free time pencilled into my checklists for the time being, fortunately). I can't get recent events out of my mind. I know something is wrong, but I just can't put my hoof on it. It's probably something obvious, like when I couldn't even tell that Big Macintosh was dating Fluttershy. Maybe it's a social thing. I don't know. I'll talk to Rarity about it later, or maybe Pinkie. They're better at this sort of thing than most ponies, and way better than I.