(ESO FanFic: Rusia Cassiana – Part 4) I find it hard to remember my father’s face now, over a decade after his murder. His hands though, I remember those as if they were my own. Perhaps because mine remind me so much of his. The long fingers, strong yet oddly delicate, equally adept at song or sword. Yes, our hands were so much alike, my father’s and mine. As we had been alike in so many ways.