I mean she's not a *moon* bunny but the joke felt appropriate.

Sure, Auntie Vesta is a small and fluffy grandma of a retired bunny goddess now (even if she still retains some terrifying prowess) but it's not like that's how she always was. Back in the day - right there in the middle - she was taller and tougher, more rambunctious and energetic. The sort of woman who could drink half the town pub dry and then run off laughing to go pound local demons trying to give the place trouble into a pulp. But I mean, well, she still drinks like that -now-, but she did it more when she was younger.

And then on the far right, you have her when she's mad. If the first is Auntie Vesta, and the second is Harmony Vesta in her prime, this one is Harmony Vesta, Goddess of the Harvest. Infused and raging and determined to crush whatever's caught her attention between her hands (or maybe her thighs, who knows) here we have a rabbit goddess not only in her prime but pumped enough to deal with anything that crosses her path, and we do mean anything.

Tl;dr - Granny Vesta now, Vesta in her Prime, and Vesta when she's Really Pissed Off.

Harmony Vesta is © yours truly
Art is ©  immelmann