It's nice when things become quiet and, perhaps with his age and coming wisdom, he was beginning to understand the natural peace of silence and stillness. He has always known himself to be more aggressive than most. He used to take any opportunity to make things a challenge, a struggle to the finish line because otherwise it was too easy. Bakugou has never liked taking things easy. There must be a struggle for existence, a true test of strength to reach the top. It was one of the only ways he could confirm his place, sitting at the top of the ladder, eyes staring mockingly at the ones below him. Now, any moment of balance was enough for him. It allowed him to work on his other skills, refine his blacksmithing now that he had acknowledged his earth elementals - allowing him to move one step further, and practice his combat with both. He also became curious with other possibilities that led him to sometimes sit outside on a high branch, staring at nothing in particular but in the direction of the clouds, silently considering how he would go about them. He realises that with both his fire and earth elementals, he could possibly manipulate lava providing he didn't burn himself in the process. This was powerful and he never saw more of an opportunity for undeniable strength than now.

Still, the thirst for power is something he plans to ignore. It is no less chaotic than the Pittian mindset and Bakugou refuses to agree to any of their ideals. They are bloodhounds, senseless and monstrous beings he would prefer to leave locked up, never to see the light of day. A structure, a giant building of stone. He needs one to trap them in, leave them to all starve and fight themselves, succumb to their primal cannibalistic tendencies and disappear. It still angers him with what happened to Goldenluxury but he supposes that these thoughts make him no better than a Pittian. On the topic of structures, though, he does recognise Victor along the beach attempting to make what he assumes to be a poor excuse for a sandcastle. He wonders briefly if he can compress each of the granular particles closer together, allowing for the creation to take a more defined form before deciding he was disinterested with the idea, dismissing it upon arriving. He stops with a halt and a stiff stance, looking down on Victor. He's clearly unimpressed. "You're such a child."

"Sand castles?" The faerie tried to recall if he'd ever partaken such an activity.  Would have been before the war... He hummed softly, brows furrowed as he followed his curious daughter.  Whether he'd done it himself or not, Raziel understood the activity quite well.  Indeed, it fell under the creative arts.  Truthfully, the canine did not see such as childish; all were entitied to create art, regardless of age.  Even then, sometimes it took thinking like a child to produce something beautiful.

He tossed his gleeful child a smile, amusement gleaming in his eyes as he regarded her mannerisms.  Imitation as a way of learning.  "I suppose you've got a good moat there, a leanbh." A good place to start.  "Perhaps you can connect your castle to Victor's." Stars knew she'd need a bath to wash off all the sand at the end of this endeavor.