TMNT/Eliador crossover

Donatello walked casually around the village, admiring the festivities being held in their honour, the lost group so readily accepted into this strange, new world.  His brothers had integrated themselves perfectly into the community.  Leonardo appeared relax for a change, chatting merrily with some villagers who were studying him with interest, fascinated by what he was, and he was taking it in his stride as he did with everything.  Michelangelo, of course, had had no trouble mingling with everybody and it was hard to believe that he hadn't lived there his whole life.  He was around the food, which was nothing unusual for him, and he had a tankard of ale in one hand, leaning over a stall to examine the food on offer, practically drooling over the produce.  Donatello laughed to himself and shook his head, walking closer to him.
"Tell them about pizza," he whispered in his ear as he brushed past him.  Michelangelo's eyes lit up as he watched his brother walk away and a wide grin spread across his face.  He turned his attention back to the stall keeper and leaned closer to her, talking excitedly about his favourite food from home.
Donatello noticed Raphael helping chop some wood with some burly lumberjacks from the village and Ruby was stood loyally by his side, another unfortunate tagalong to this mystery world.  She had appeared to relax a bit more but still looked anxious and out of place in the new culture.  Raphael kept speaking to her softly, apparently trying to comfort her no doubt.  He caught Donatello's gaze and nodded in acknowledgement.  Donatello returned the gesture.  Raphael smirked at him and nodded again.  Donatello frowned as he did it a third time and he realised he was nodding towards something.  He turned to look over his shoulder and smiled slightly.
Mao was stood with Raven, wearing the traditional garb of the villagers and even Donatello had to admit she looked striking in the dress.  Had she picked purple deliberately?  Raven was fussing with Mao's hair, styling it and pinning it up as best she could while village children played with Mao's fur and tail.  Mao didn't seem at all put out about the fuss being made of her, of them all.   Raven looked over and caught Donatello's gaze, smiling at him and then leaning close to Mao, whispering something in her ear.  Mao's ears pricked up and she glanced over to Donatello and grinned.  She parted from Raven and but did not approach Donatello, instead walking away from him and towards a group of minstrels, playing their instruments for the festival music.  She couldn't resist but to move her body to the music, other villagers dancing themselves.  It was a happy day.
Donatello watched Mao dance happily and he couldn't help but smile.  A voice broke through his thoughts and he turned to see Zannerden standing beside him, also watching the festivities.
"We are happy to have you all here," he said, glancing over to Donatello who still had his eyes on Mao.
"I cannot speak for my family, but I am happy to be here and I can categorically say that I theorise that they all are too.  It's good to see them relax again for a change, even if it's not home," he replied.
"Perhaps it is because it is not home that they feel they can relax," Zannerden suggested and Donatello nodded in agreement.
"This is a village for the people.  We used to widely accept a range for visitors, from elves to halflings and dwarves but, by inviting in the good, we have been victims of the bad.  I am happy that we all unanimously feel that we can trust you.  It brings back our old energy," Zannerden added.
"I can assure you, we are a trustworthy family.  We will do everything we can to support this village and all its people while we are here," Donatello said, finding himself enamoured with the community.  Zannerden smiled and patted his shell, glancing at his hand momentarily after.
"You are our guests, Donatello Hamoto.  You and your family are in no way indebted to us.  We will keep you in our best comforts until you find your way back home to wherever your world is," he said.
"Thank you."
"However, if you do not mind me intruding.  Why do you not join that lady you so fondly look upon?" Zannerden asked.
Donatello glanced over to him and pushed his glasses further along his flat nose.
"You mean Mao?" he replied and Zannerden nodded.
"The feline woman, yes."
"She is having a good time with your people.  I prefer to watch over her from afar," Donatello answered, not sure whether the answer was true or not.  Zannerden nodded in response but it seemed to be a doubtful nod, humouring Donatello's excuse.
"Well, she may be having a good time with my people but she looks fondly back at you too," he said, patting his shell again.  "This is a day of celebration, my reptilian brother.  Do not stand guard all day and waste away your time with duty."
And with that, Zannerden bowed respectfully and bid him goodbye, returning back to his stall.  Donatello watched him for a moment.  Zannerden was the leader of the entire village.  He protected them and served them, all the people, and yet he appeared to feel no burden or strain, as if he was born to lead, much like the way Leonardo was.  Zannerden had time for his responsibilities and yet he found time for his wife.  He was standing with Idaria, one arm around her waist and the other holding her hand up to his lips to kiss.  He was laughing and talking with her and she was sharing his enthusiasm.  Donatello smiled enviously at them and then turned back to Mao who was engaged in a group dance with the villagers.
She looked over to him and caught his gaze, smiling at him.  She looked so beautiful, dancing in the sunlight with boundless energy.  She held out her paw and gestured him over.  Donatello's eyes widened slightly behind his glasses and he held up his hand in polite refusal.  She looked put out slightly and tried to encourage him to join again but he remained steadfast and stubborn.
"She wants you to dance, Donnie," Leonardo's voice said.
Donatello glanced back to him.  Leonardo stood by his shoulder and watched Mao dance, every so often trying to gesture Donatello over.
"I know she is but I can't dance, especially not with her," Donatello mumbled almost embarrassedly.
"Why not?" Leonardo asked.
"Oh c'mon, Leo.  I'll make a complete fool of myself," Donatello grumbled in response.
Leonardo raised an eyebrow and turned Donatello's attention over to Michelangelo who appeared intoxicated on the village's strong ale and was forcing Raven into a drunken, clumsy dance, many of the villagers looking on and laughing at such merriment, clapping him on.
"Michelangelo is making a fool of himself, Don, and he doesn’t even care.  Nobody does.  Everybody is just having fun, except you," he said and Donatello frowned at him.
"I'm having fun.  Just because I'm not dancing doesn't mean I'm not having fun," he said.
"You may very well be having fun, standing around and watching everybody else, Donnie, but you've noticeably been avoiding Mao so how much fun are you really having?" Leonardo said, folding his arms.
"If he doesn't want to dance with her then I will," Raphael said, appearing at Donatello's other shoulder.
"Raph, don’t--" Donatello started but it was too late.
Raphael had walked over purposefully to Mao and taking her paw, leaning in to her to talk.  Donatello glared slightly and thrust his bo staff into Leonardo's hands who smirked, knowing that he had taken Raphael's bait.
He watched Donatello stride over to Raphael and Mao, putting his hand on Raphael's shell and gently parting him from Mao.  Raphael smiled and walked back to Leonardo, fistbumping his brother and watching Donatello make a move at last.
"Uh, would you, maybe, uh, want to dance… a little…?" Donatello asked shyly, rubbing the back of his head and Mao giggled slightly.
"You didn't get that vibe off me calling you over several times?" she responded playfully, taking his hands before he could change his mind and escape again.  He opened his mouth to retort but Mao put a finger to his lips.
"I'm glad you finally relented.  You need to loosen up a little," she said sweetly, pulling one of his arms around her waist and holding the hand of his other.  He took a sharp intake of breath at their closeness, feeling her warmth radiate onto him, and he could feel her start to purr.
"You ready?" she whispered and for once he really felt like he was.
With newfound enthusiasm, he held her firmly against him and began to move with her, twirling her in and out of his body before taking hold of her again.  They moved fluidly, in graceful twists and turns, and Donatello was more of a master of the dance than even he realised.  They were lost in the movement and music.
They didn’t even notice Raphael and Leonardo starting off the clapping to encourage them further but before long, half the village was either joining in with the dancing or cheering them on.  The music stepped up and the dance became faster and more energetic.  It was euphoric.  The air was filled with wondrous instrumentals and the village was just a blend of colourful swirling of bright costumes and vibrant fabrics.
Of course, Michelangelo had been among the first to accompany Donatello and Mao in the dance, along with poor Raven who had been dragged along by her drunken companion but, before long, Raphael and Ruby had joined in - although poor Raphael wasn't a natural dancer; he was still obviously elated by the contagious atmosphere - and Leonardo had even been roped into the dance by a cute village girl who had been admiring him before finally making a bold move.
Zannerden and Idaria abandoned their stall to join the dance and when Zannerden accidentally bumped Donatello's shell, he winked at him and held up his hand in the 'high three' he often heard the brothers exclaim.  Donatello grinned and was only to happy to clap Zannerden's offered hand.  He never wanted this moment to end.