When Five-Forty-Trills flew into the base security office he was not expecting to see the current security officer pointedly ignoring a fire alarm.
“Officer Seventy-Seven-Clicks?” Five-Forty-Trills demanded. “There is a fire in the human’s compartment of the base.”
“I am aware,” the officer waved the statement away with a flick of his wing without lifting his eyes from a readout of the exterior fences.
“Well?” Five-Forty-Trills demanded.
The officer nudged a datapad with his wingclaw and returned to his perusal of the readouts. Five-Forty-Trills picked up the datapad and activated it. The text scrolled slowly across the screen.
It is a candle.
The human in the room is using it to meditate.
Staring at the flame is supposed to help the human ‘clear her mind’.
It will not affect the oxygen balance in the base.
I have gotten the human to sign a document saying she will not leave the open flame unattended.
If any further action is required some other deluded sap can waste their breath arguing with the human.
Five-Forty-Trills wrinkled his brows in irritation. He had been warned that prolonged exposure to humans was detrimental to protocol but this was his first personal experience with it. He sighed and shifted his wings on his back. The ‘candle’ flame wasn’t really a threat but it was so unnecessary. Five-Forty-Trills weighed the trouble of confronting the human against the danger of setting the precedence of letting candles burn.
“You really don’t want to,” Seventy-Seven-Clicks said, seeming to sound his depth without even looking at him.
Five-Forty-Trills sighed again. He was probably right.