Miserable Pile Of Words

A has just moved to "The Most Supernatural Little Town In The Country™", much to her displeasure and against her will, because she had to leave behind all her friends in the bustling city, which isn't fair, she didn't get to vote on whether they should move to this dead end or not

B has vowed to get rid of these filthy gentrifying humans stinking up the place once and for all. When she's done putting the finishing touches to her decades-in-the-making masterpiece, there'll be nothing to stop her, and peace and quiet will finally return to her home

Woman A who is just a normal everywoman. You wouldn't think there's anything special about her, and there's not. Not really. She's just happily married. In her lane, doing her own thing, whatever that may be.

and

The most powerful cleric in the whole land. Hell, anywhere. Can perform miracles you wouldn't believe. Who does this cleric worship? The adoration of which deity, what object of worship could possibly give this cleric nigh-unlimited power? Wife A.

A is known far and wide as the greatest bard of This Age And Possible All That Came Before, able to splash vivid images across the mind's eye and beguile you into believing you are actually part of the tale she's weaving around you using just her voice and her trusty lute

B has vowed that the first thing she'll do when next she sees A will be to smash that damn lute before she can ensnare her with her wiles. Again. She's vowed again that the first thing she'll do...

A, who's kinda glad she's always had her childhood friend B to rely on and help her through the tough times, and who would do anything for her

B, who's known A for less than a week but had to do something to blend in and hide from the law, and now feels really bad about it