Thinking about what would likely be his last day on the Terra, Harlan was excited. He'd worked on a great deal of airships throughout childhood and his teenage years, forgoing what one might call a proper raising due to the lifestyles of his parents. Being born and raised in the skies, he felt more at home on an airship than on one of the broken terrestrial isles, if a floating chunk of landmass could be called terrestrial. There was something more secure about airships to him. They were built to last, be steady, and travel across the vast expanses of emptiness between Terras. The landmasses themselves, he didn't trust so much, especially not the land near the edges. Time could only tell if something would break off and float away, or worse, fall into the cloudy abyss below. Needless to say, he couldn't wait to get off the rock.<br/><br/>He prepared for his last day on the Terra by packing up everything he owned. It wasn't much, but he was a humble man with humble tastes. Some clothes, weapons for self defense, and perhaps his only real valuable, an engraved silver pocket watch that once belonged to his mother. As far as he was aware, it was nothing special, just a trinket that they brought from their homes onto the airship that he was born on. When she passed on, so did the watch, coming into his possession. He didn't mind it much, and being able to tell the time at a glance was useful, so he kept it around as a good luck charm during his early life. Now, it was stuffed into a pocket on his current getup: a pair of dark wine pinstripe trousers, an off-white shirt with a high collar, and perhaps his favorite part of it, a brown leather double-breasted vest. It had the makings of a nice outfit, lacking a component or two here and there, but he clearly had some good direction when it came to dressing. The rest of his stuff was stowed in a trunk that he carried under an arm, and after one last look-over of his room, he exited and strolled out into the hall.<br/><br/>And, as luck would have it, right into Rawlin. He fell over and landed with a harsh thud on the carpet, yelping with surprise at the impact. Almost as soon as he hit the floor, he started to move, stopping when he noticed that the other person had him pinned. "Hey, are you alright?" He questioned, cringing when he felt the water soaked into her clothes starting to dampen his own. His vest kept a good amount of it off, but it wasn't impenetrable, and he went to nudge her off. Before he could, she got up and sprinted away, leaving Harlan to push himself into a seated position and watch as she ran, then regard his tarnished clothes with a dejected huff. Well, at least it was just rainwater. Not bothering to check his pockets, he grabbed his trunk again and continued down the hall. There was too much to look forward to to worry about his outfit, and he'd need to head outside anyway. He had a parasol, at least, but with rain heavy enough to have left the strange girl in such a saturated state, he doubted it would be perfectly effective.<br/><br/>Without wasting any more time inside, he opened up the parasol and headed out the door, the ship he was going to begin a new step of his career in visible at the dock. There was a bit of a walk to the dock itself, not normally a big deal, but the absurdly heavy rain made the journey there uncomfortable. Harlan tried to protect his head from it, at least, but his hair ended up getting an uncomfortable wet cling at the bottom of his shaggy, dirty blonde locks that stuck to his neck. The chill in the night sky and the sheer cold of the rain itself only made it even worse. Bad weather was among his absolute least favorite things to deal with, and the sooner he got on that airship, the better.