Lilies on the grave... (HW-spoiler ahead!)

[Echofalls]

I still wonder about Ixion, or at least something to do with Haurchefant though... (A pity, we won't have his antics for any more events) That's what my intuition is telling me, or at least something like this:

"They held the broken shield tightly, staring at the image of the horse upon its surface, the crest of House Fortemps...
Then they sensed something behind them and turned sharply, there stood a knight atop the mountain, mounted on his steed and silhouetted against the moonlight. The Warrior of Light squinted, confused, mind conjuring thoughts of Odin appearing here of all places. Yet there were clear differences, even from this distance; this knight bore no aura of malice, only one proud horn sprouted from their helm, angled skywards, jagged like a lightning bolt. Giving out a loud bellow, the knight threw his arms out, steed rearing up.. How he was not thrown from his mount eluded the Warrior of Light. Then they came cantering down the slope, powerful hooves churning up the snow as they went. The Warrior of Light gave pause as the figure became clearer.
... Where was the horse's head-?
Only then did he realise the knight and steed were one entity.
The armoured centaur clattered to a stop, sleek metal etched with gold. The Warrior stood on their guard, expression fierce as the the being reached out with one clawed gauntlet, fingers resting under their chin and tilting their head to look into those icy blue eyes from within the helm, the prickle of energy crackling from where they was touched.
'Smile...' The Primal rasped, a trace of longing lingering in that word.
'What?'
'Smile for me...'
Upon seeing them stand firm, Ixion made to speak again before it gave a groan of annoyance, hands fussing with the helmet, trying to remove it. When it finally came loose, the Warrior's expression melted and reformed somewhere between joy and shock.
'This helmet does terrible things to one's voice, I fear.'
The face of Haurchefant Fortempts beamed at him playfully. A second later, the crunch of snow was accompanied by the Warrior of Light fainting.
'...Now, what could have caused that...?' "

As I said when Midgardsormr went through his growth spurt:
"Oh, so we can ride him now for a change?"
Or perhaps something even more bonkers, knowing Haurchefant...
(We never got to say we loved him...)