Gamma crossed her legs and concentrated. As this was the hour for practicing with their specialty Dathrian powers, she focused with her empathy on sensing the people around her. She hated doing it.
Quinten was busy lighting candles. One hundred of them. Although he had mastered lighting a candle without reducing it to a puddle of wax after three seconds, he was definitely struggling to produce that same kind of finesse in order to light one hundred candles. At the same time. Still, Medea was determinded that he figure out how to do it. Gamma could feel his growing frustration.
Beta was learning to use her power over light to manipulate shadows. Gamma could sense the usual concentration that came from Beta as she worked to solve what she insisted were logic puzzles. There was a stab of delight and Gamma knew that Beta had figured part of it out.
Alpha must have still been lifting things for Gamma could feel mild amusement coming from him. If he had been bored, she would have known that he was stuck doing an endurance test again, which he always found tedious.
Reluctantly, Gamma turned her attention to Delta, who was filled with malicious glee. Gamma hated sensing Delta's emotions: she took far too much pleasure in the telepathic manipulations of the slaves Medea have provided her to practice. Gamma also hated tuning into the emotions of the slaves. Many were afraid, never knowing what Delta would force them to do next. Others were full of despair and resgination to their plight.
Most of all, Gamma was afraid for herself. She knew one day Medea intended to give her practice slaves of her own to maipulate with her empathy. She was nervous about what tasks she might be ordered to make them perform, she was scared of what she might sense from her slaves when she did. Most of all she was terrified that she might like it.