Glamour.
Yeah... I want to have all of my supernatural ability rely on Glamour.

Oaths of Gold and Iron

You promised us, when we gave you the world, that you would remember your vows. You promised to leave our sacred places intact, to leave sacrifices for us, to remember us in your songs. You promised that when the War of Seasons ended, you would stand aside for us, the true rulers of the world. You lied.

The Truce Ends with the Blackened Sun

Dark Ages: Fae is the book for playing the 'Good Folk.' Some have bred with humanity and inherited their understanding of the world, some are born of the Earth and the elements, and the rest spring from the very stuff of Creation.