Sundavrgarm had been awaiting in the shadows, beside his father as the Choosing proceeded as normal. However, when Eragon stiffened, the young elf reached out to try and find what was so urgent, but his mind, as well as Blödhgarm's and Saphira's were sealed off. It was normal, however, for them to be blocked off, especially if it was information not meant for him, as holding his mental defenses was something he did whenever he could. His eyes met his father's and he issued a nod before joining Aaron in front of all of the new Riders.
As he also emerged from the shadows, he was sure that a few of the human Riders would be surprised at his and Blödhgarm's appearances, as the difference was not very common among the elves and would usually be completely unheard of by the humans, depending on the particular human. The elf was wearing a soft green robing, trimmed in a very formal and elegant gold for the formality of their event. Beneath the robes, which were opened in the front, was a pair of black pants; his chest was left bare with his fur in pride, though not much of his chest was shown as the robe was only partly opened. On his feet were a pair of sturdy boots, and his robes had sleeves that hung to just above his elbows, his jeweled bracers showing around his furred hide. His dark eyes scanned the crowd, not menacing, but not as inviting as Eragon's had been.
He allowed Aaron to do the speaking, as his English was somewhat broken compared to his fluent, elegant vocabulary in the Ancient Language. As the list was read through, Sundavr's sensitive ears, which rested nearly atop his head and were shaped as a black wolf's (though they did not improve his auditory abilities above that of the average elf), heard Aaron speak. He and Aaron had been rather close, as Aaron was the first Rider, after Eragon, on Nyreloi. They had both attended the first Choosing, Sundavr was there to learn and observe with his father while Aaron was chosen as a Rider.
His eyes were scanning over the crowd, but after a moment they closed and he exhaled calmly. The elf's mind spread out as he brushed against each new Rider. As they were so new, none of them (save for the elves) would realize that there was a presence in their head, sorting through just the surface of their character. He came to an elf or two, but surprisingly met little resistance. Clearly they understood that they were in a safe place, or that they were not to protect themselves mentally too soon, to enforce a certain level of trust. Sundavrgarm pulled away, blockading his own mind as he moved his gaze back to Aaron. His voice was low enough that the Rider could hear it, but none otherwise.
He began to speak, keeping his words slow and pronounced as he used the Ancient Language to convey his words, "I have found a few of note. The one called Sathir... He is young, yet he holds a great deal of potential. However, his interest and eagerness is great, and without the proper teacher he may accidentally make a dire mistake. If you teach him, you must take great precautions to teach him patience, lest he become overenthusiastic... I have faced the same problem in mine own independent studies, as you've seen." Sundavrgarm gave his friend a sly, somewhat mischievous grin. It showed his extended canines and somewhat sharper teeth.
"As for the others... The elves will take naturally to it... Richard Nummer is another, but he seems less concerned with magic and holds more anticipation for swordplay. He will make an excellent Rider, for he has the potential of character and heart, he is open-minded and well-spoken. I look forward to his growth," the elf said with a nod, his smile fading as he pointed out one final person. He had learned their names by brushing their minds, it was not a hard task as they were young, human, and oblivious to magic for the most part. "Atlanta Falathiel, she is... different from the others. She does not hold as many years as most, but her passion and determination are quite obvious. I do not believe she will be as apt at magic as many other Riders, but I may be surprised as well, if she devotes herself to it. She is unique, and strives to break from the fray of others, an admirable trait, if taken in moderation. Her weapon-of-choice is a scythe, which is a curious option, unorthodox, but deadly nontheless. She will be another interesting one to follow, I believe we have a very special group of Riders upon this Choosing. I may be more apt at prying into the minds of others than I was sixteen years ago, my friend, but in many of them, I see the same admirable traits you and your brethren held as well." The corners of the elf's mouth perked up a little bit in a small smile, his hands were folded together behind his back as he held his posture powerfully, letting out an air of confidence.
It had been quite a day, and with Eragon and the others leaving on such short notice, Sundavrgarm could not help but admire Aaron's ability to take up the reins and lead the rest of the ceremony. He was passionate, it was a trait that the two of them shared and was one of the reasons the two of them got along so well.