Fluttershy didn’t know what was wrong, especially with Twilight. Twilight had gathered all of them together, something about a monster or something from the Everfree. Fluttershy had tried to lighten the situation with a joke, but it had fallen flat. Most of her attempts at cheering ponies up had been doing that today, and it was worrying Fluttershy. She was failing at her special talent, and wondering what she was doing wrong. Still, they had a problem to solve, and FLuttershy couldn’t let Twilight or her friends down, especially if they needed the Element of Laughter.
She could figure out what was wrong with her special talent later. She always remembered having this cutie mark, she could always remember making ponies laugh and have a good time, but for some reason, it simply wasn’t working like it did in her mind.
Fluttershy watched as Twilight assigned jobs to their friend as they made camp, constantly retracting her words. Perhaps Twilight had messed up a spell, something that was screwing up her own memories. Otherwise she would know that Rarity had always been a weather mage, if a little prone to out-of-season weather on occasion. The very idea of Rainbow Dash being a weather pony was almost ridiculous to Fluttershy. She marked it down mentally. There might be some good joke material there.
With a sigh, Twilight settled down by the fire that Pinkie was attempting to construct, while Applejack seemed to be attempting to make a hat out of leaves. Rainbow Dash was probably off somewhere, trying to befriend an animal or something. Fluttershy decided that perhaps she could try and cheer up Twilight. But with each attempt, Twilight would only look at Fluttershy, and sigh.
“You don’t have to do that, Fluttershy,” said Twilight, after a number of failed jokes.
“But you’re sad, and I don’t like to let anypony be sad,” said Fluttershy, “it’s right there in my cutie mark. I’ve always cheered ponies up, ever since I can remember.”
“That’s the problem,” said Twilight, turning back to the fire, “I remember things differently, Fluttershy, and it’s all my fault.”
Fluttershy thought about this for a minute. She’d definitely have to talk to Rarity. Unicorns understood magic things better than Fluttershy. Maybe Rarity would understand what Twilight had done, and be able to fix it.
It would have to wait until after they’d finished this errand, of course. And maybe once Twilight managed to fix her memories, Fluttershy could work out why her jokes weren’t cheering ponies up anymore.