This sketch pays a little reference to the musical side of my cartographer OC Leafhelm. I suppose that things may sometimes become rather too quiet for this very talkative pegasus when to do his job he has to fly far from where many ponys are (and where the land is therefore not yet charted). His lyre may then help to break the silence without talking too much to himself ;) It was only in retrospect that I realized that a winged character sitting on a cloud playing the lyre could give the totally wrong impression. Idealistic Leafhelm may be, but far from being anywhere near angel territory. At least I didn't give him a halo but only the rusty oversized helmet onto his heat.
Lately I wrote a few lines of lyrics that Leafhelm might come up with:
Where mountains are so far unnamed Wilderness still quite untamed Where rivers’ runs are still uncharted And any ruins long departed Where anything’s discovery That’s where I am gonna be
Leafhelm is my name And Cloudsdale is my home But too tight for me the frame Set by that aerodome
I cannot stand in rank and file Nor fly in close formation When there is so much to explore That is my true vocation
The sky alone’s not right for me Weather making not my destiny Form clouds and make winds blow Instead I shall descent to map the world below
The blessing of the Pegasi The view from way up high Can help others find their way For that I’m gonna fly!