She found him in the hall that she thought was the most forsaken of any. There, in the back of the castle, the districts of gleaming houses sat in the shadow of the proud, but kind edifice of the Crystal Empire, and the full moon would hang in the air in just the right place, like the crown jewel in the night sky. Even if Luna, as distant as she was in Canterlot, decided to slack on anything, the scene of the moon above the midnight sky and the shadows of distant mountains that could be seen from this lonely hall and balcony always felt perfect.

He was admiring the stars and stood like he was waiting for company. Not the company one ached for, no, not that, but somepony to accompany them on a garden stroll if they were to just ask.

Her legs ached for dancing. The Crystal Ball had passed a few months ago, and she had not danced. She never danced.
She loved to dance.

But she saw Sombra there, standing with the moonlight filtering through him and saying nothing.

Cool air from outside and a dozen little snowflakes shining in the dark poured into the hallway. They danced on the night breeze. Sombra stood comfortably still, knowing something and waiting.

Cadance left.

Sombra knew she would return.