Their camp took shape, the lean-to protected not only by the woven leaf mats draped on all sides but a fire, which crackled in front of it. The smoke rose in a thin line, disappearing into the twilight sky.
The two suns had set, but their diminishing glow hadn't yet lost its grip on the world. Shadows began to lace everything, casting ominous overtones on every shape she saw.
"Aren't you afraid we'll attract something with that?" she said, gesturing to the bright green flames.
"Not really. While there are some creatures in the universe attracted by flame, it is also a proven fact that the majority of species, especially the simple-minded ones, are innately cautious of fire and tend to avoid it."
"What about the smart ones?" Like humans and other enlightened races.
"If there are any, then they already know we're here, which means we might as well enjoy the warmth of a fire. It will make dinner taste better."