She wants to know what's outside the tower.
What the earth feels like between her feet and what the rain feels like on her skin. She'd like to feel cold and she'd like to feel heat.
There is glamour over the tower so rain never falls and wind never blows and thunder never sounds, she is completely locked within her tower.
She can see the things she wants so much, laid out before her like dreams –fanciful and fleeting and unreal.
She has read books, she has ideas of how they should feel but no real idea – the books say that there is a smell after rain and that flowers are sweet and that bees hum and birds sing but she has never known these things.
It is a surprise to her when she is free from the tower that bees do not hum, they buzz angrily at her, and birds do not sing with sweet human voices but instead twitter and tweet nosily. Rain freezes her skin and thunder frightens her and the wind try's to knock her off her feet.
And she wants the glamour back, the not knowing she once had because in her imagination everything was so much better.