Stuard came on duty with the appropriate aplomb and deftly relieved his comrade. Who stomped off with the required seriousness. This left Stuard to slink back against the columns and seek the shade that would become ever more precious throughout the day. The sun being what it was, would doubtlessly be unrelenting. Even with the wide-brimmed hat that was part of their uniform Stuard never felt it gave much protection.
Neither did the rest of the attire, given it was so ornamental. He couldn’t even place the age it came from. The bright colors and certain puffiness to it spoke to a different time when the idea of combat readiness had a different meaning. Then again so did the polearm he carried.
The days ticked by like this. He was on duty for a few hours, then he was relieved. Eventually he’d replace the one who replaced him. It was a cycle that Stuard couldn’t quite place when it began. But it was that way for a lot of his life, especially in the service.
He wasn’t sure when he’d been given a sidearm. Or if he’d ever used it. The thing sat comfortably though. It’d been there for some time and Stuard couldn’t remember not having it. Same went for the buckler slung at his hip. It wasn’t the normal accompaniment for his station but there it was.
Today’s art is courtesy of Giorgio Baroni from Milan, Italy.