Persephone had been expecting a description of her mother, in some form and fashion. Some called her Demeter and others Ceres and surely there are other names. Vana could be one of them. Instead, she finds herself, or some other world's version of herself.

"Oh--oh wow. She sounds..." How do you even talk about a version of herself. One who married a hunter. Huh. Maybe she was never destined to be an eternal maiden. "She's a goddess then? You called her one of the Valar, are they your gods?"