The Christening Bowl: Fantasy

The clay spun around on the wheel, forming a simple pot. It was not the elaborate creation requested by the patron, but it seemed to grow of its own accord. A spin here, a curve there, what would become a fluted edge after the pot was thrown. The potter stayed at her wheel, her hand locked into place, through the night and into the morning, when the patron was going to come and find not the glorious pot he'd requested for his daughter's christening, but this strange and simple pot, of a style not seen before in the town, not as overawed with its own importance as most of the decorations were. There was--

Inspiration: The Clay Center reception I attended.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: It's a good beginning, but it doesn't have a whole lot in terms of legs. I like the idea of a christening bowl being the first sign that a child has fate/destiny/some other supernatural influence hovering over it.