You go into Velaris.
You catch your breath at the splendor of it.
You know that this is the home and court of Feyre and Rhys. That you might catch sight of Cassian, Azriel, or Mor. A shiver goes through you if the wards go off and you are faced with that fearsome she-beast Amren. Whatever your instincts say you pass the threshold of the cities limits and take in the scents of cooking spiced meat, the waft of some baker making something sweet, and the lights... there are illuminated lights framing the grey flagstone roads, surrounded by tall and charming looking town houses.
Some pedestrian of Velaris brushes past you with a warm hello, not aware that you don't belong here.
You nod at them, ducking you head down, but still have time to see that all the houses and roads lead to the center of the City.
You follow the way of the land to... you spot her. Walking out a her own town-house, slightly more elaborate than the rest, a flicker of some action from the window, perhaps her guest, and she flips the honey golden-brown hair and those piercing blue-trey eyes meet yours...
"Feyre."